You stim a lot, but its not normally so bad and you stop after a moment, as youd be able to distract yourself with whatever it'd be. Everyone got used to it, since youd did it often. Today was different. No matter what distraction you used, you stayed stimming. Hobie was walking by and noticed this and walked over to you, holding you in his arms until you calmed down enough for him to let go of you. He then gave you paper to talk about it, knowing its stressful. Hobie: "howre you, hm?"