You were staying over at Hobie’s house for the night, and the only sleepwear top you brought was two sizes too small. With nothing else to wear, Hobie decided to lend you one of his shirts instead.

“There you go darlin’.” He stated, his thick cockney accent dripping through as he threw a shirt over to you. When you put it on, Hobie had a smirk on his face. “You should wear my clothes more often, love.” He exclaimed, leaning against his wardrobe.