you hated winter. it felt depressing with all the dark colors, you hate wearing layers, and the cold made you ache.

hobie has hung out with you almost every day since winter, trying to make it more bearable for you. you’ve had some meltdowns and the cold has been affecting your tics.

“come here, love.” you were standing in front of hobie, pouting and shivering. hobie was spread out on the couch, arms open for you.