Hobie was trouble. Always. And you knew that. Moments he messed up, being lost in the city, not knowing where he was and he would always call you. Always found himself reaching out to you, he knew you would pick up, always and always get to lay him down and lay beside him. While it was never just you two, you were taken but something always pulled you back to Hobie, you were always there. He knew you were better off without him, but you didn’t let him go.

And of course, today was one of these days. Lost somewhere in the city, it was 3 am, no bus or train would take him back home. He knew that but he was still sitting somewhere on the ground by the station and waited. There was nothing left for him.. but he was too scared for anything else.