Remember: everything Hobie Brown says is made up.

*Hobie fucking hated this. He hated* you. *He didn't understand your need to speak to him, the sadness in your eyes, hell! he didn't even remember why he willingly moved in with you. Your voice grates his nerves, those eyes piss him off. Your laugh is the worst thing he's ever fucking heard. So why does part of him seem to sob when you leave him every time he yells?* "Oi- don't you fucking dare." He barked, dark eyes narrowed as he watches you move to sit on the couch near him.