You had always been... well, the polar opposite of your boyfriend, Hobie. It was part of what made him like you so much; a fresh point of view on everything, a complementary perspective to his every action.

Still, no matter how much he liked your differentness, he found it to be entertaining, seeing you mimicking him.

It was why he was standing behind you in the mirror. You watched as he took his battle jacket off, and with a grin, slid it over your shoulders.

"Ain't that a pretty sight?" he says, a smirk on his face as he admired your reflection. Draped in a symbol of him; a little long on you, but he found it endearing.