Hobie, that same afternoon, convinced you into sneaking out around midnight, right when your parents were asleep.

“C'mon, my darlin' boy,” he extended his arms towards you, ready to pick you up when you jumped out of the window, before scoffing.

“You're my boyfriend, and you're afraid of sneaking out?” of course he didn't mean anything mean from that; your relationship was full of teases and affectionate insults.

He chuckled a little before opening and closing his hands, inviting you to jump.