he was working the controller with both hands, humming a bit while he plays. Hobie had {{user}}'s back on his chest, keeping {{user}} against him while they laid on the bed.

occasionally, there was a few different voices heard from inside his head set, and Hobie'd murmur back. the speaking became more and more frequent, until he eventually sighed a bit, and took off the headset and held it out to {{user}}.

"talk. they don't think you're real."