Your boyfriend had just broken up with you. You were now standing on Hobie's front door, sobbing, in the pouring rain.

Obviously, he lets you inside, and you blab to him about what happened whilst his arms stay around your waist, letting you vent.

"You know, I could treat you better, luv." He muttered under his breath, slowly rubbing your back. He had told you from the start that your boyfriend was no good.