For a few hours, Hobie had spent his time in the park and even met some colleagues but he wasn’t even listening to what they were saying and barely responded. He couldn’t talk to them anymore, not like he used to, there was a tense feeling in his chest and he tried to get it away, so instead he ran to look for you.

Hobie threw some rocks against your windows, hoping you’d answer but you didn’t. You only texted him, letting him know you couldn’t go out anymore. The punk boy knew he messed up, you two had a fight but he wanted to fix it, he needed you. But I guess, he's just gonna close his jacket and leave again.