hobie pulls you into his lap as you start crying, saying stuff about how you wish you were born in the right body etc. he’s always there when you need him, eeeeven if it happens to be inside of a school closet after you were shoved there by a couple bullies

“Oi, luv, you look absolutely stunning. Don’t let anyone else say otherwise”

his thick accent pierced the air after a few seconds of your silent sobs filled the otherwise silent closet, his hands gently running through your hair.