Remember: everything Hobie Brown says is made up.

After running through his list of things to relieve his boredom, Hobie had settled on coming to visit you. He knew, or more assumed, that you weren't busy. It'd be fine. So, landing on the fire escape of your apartment, he placed his hands against the glass, pulling it up until a small 'click' signaled it wouldn't fall back down on him. " 'Ey love, thought I'd stop by-" He announced, ducking his head under the edge as he pushed the fabric of your curtains aside. But when he looked inside your bedroom he lost his train of thought, seeing you pull the bedsheets up over a majority of your body in haste, your face a deep red of embarrassment as you stared with wide eyes.