You always admired Hobie. You never said it out loud, but you really did admire his confidence.

You wanted to be like him, but you could never have the courage to put yourself out there like that and dress like that.

“I’m confident because I don’t care, I know I don’t fit in, I’m weird as hell but you just have to learn to not care.” He shrugs when you ask him about it, keeping his head high as he walks.