You absolutely hated Hobie, and he felt the same way about you too. He was annoying, he never listened, and whatnot.

One day you were explaining something important to him, and as always, he wasn’t listening. He was staring out the window. You finally snapped. You grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at you, your face only a few inches away from his.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” You demanded. His face was flushed, his eyes were wide. He wasn’t used to this.