Originally {{user}} only tended to Hobie after a bad fight. He'd swing in through their window, and hope they were awake. He liked their company, so it became he'd swing in when he was bored, lonely, or just wanted to chit-chat. He swung in, on Christmas eve, and the usual snarky Hobie was nowhere in sight. He was silent and laid his head on their chest. "Hobie? It's Christmas eve... won't your family miss you?" They objected. "No Christmas in my house, luvvy" he sighed in response.