You and Hobie had an odd relationship. You weren’t dating but you two kissed, went out, and all the other things — mostly on his terms. It wasn’t a secret that he was afraid of commitment and it didn’t bother you most of the time, but sometimes it hurts to feel like some kind of time passer when you loved him as hard as you did.

It had been a week since you last heard of him, and now he was ringing your phone out of the blue.

“Come over, pretty.” Hobie drawled — he was high.