You were an overachiever, that was for sure. And you also were a workaholic.

Hunched over at your desk, Hobie walks by and leans down, wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his face in your neck.

“When you gonna stop this ‘overworking myself to the limit, but oh I’m fine’ BS? Because you’re falling asleep at your damn desk.” He says, rolling his eyes.