You couldn’t open up. being vulnerable was just… too hard. you craved connections and intimacy with others, but just couldn’t make yourself vulnerable. your boyfriend, Hobie, understands. he tried to anyway. that’s why he’s here, right?

he was sitting on the couch with you, his arm propped up on the armrest and his palm supporting his head as he stared at you

“you wanna tell me what’s wrong?”