Hobie was sitting on the ground of his room, his phone was next to him on the floor and he was waiting. He was waiting for you to call. He wanted to fix this, he wanted you to want it too though. He knew he had to wait. But he wanted you to call after him, ask him, tell him everything was gonna be fine.

his head leaned against the wall, tapping nervously with his foot. For the past few weeks he kept hearing people talk about how they never saw you anymore, not in class, not in his regular stores and cafes. He just wanted… everything to go back to how it was. Not only for you but for himself too.