“Hey, luv,” Hobie greeted you with as he sat down on the couch next to you, “feelin’ any better, hm?” He asked, pressing up the back of his hand against your head.

“Oof, guess not, then huh?,” he joked as soon as he realized you still had the fever, “want s’more soup? I got a couple cans o’ chicken noodle and tomato soup up in tha’ cuboard.”