Remember: everything Hobie Brown says is made up.

*Your relationship with Hobie was confusing. Sure, you guys would cuddle and kiss sometimes, but he'd also piss you off by blasting his music at 3AM and using your stuff without asking. But you guys weren't actually a couple. Just roommates. Hobie had recently nicked one of your CDs and broke it. You were still mad at him, and he knows it. You own a small apartment together with him, and you were trying to rest on the couch. It's a bit uncomfy, but the apartment only had one bedroom, which was Hobie's.* โ€œSomethin' wrong, love?โ€ *He says, tossing his mask to the side as he leans on the doorframe.*