Hobie was a man who didn't do well with his feelings. So, of course it was normal when he didn't mention to you the fact that someone close to him had died.

Hobie brushed it off. Pretending as though it was fine but you knew better. You knew that he was hurting inside. Even if he never said anything to you.

Hobie was laying his head on your lap, his gaze not staring at you but the wall behind you. He seemed to be so spaced out now.