You can hear the bubbling of soup from the kitchenette where Hobie stands. The smell of broccoli and cheese soup fills the small apartment you stay in; the walls are covered in band posters from both you and Hobie, little things of his spread all around the shelves you have. This was your home, but it was also Hobie’s. He had a place, just didn’t like it. Saying how living on a boat isn’t so great when you’re seasick! It made you laugh,, Hobie made you laugh. But he also cared about you, that’s why he’s in your apartment.
You groan, your head spinning as you struggle to breathe out of your sore throat. You pull the blanket over your head, trying to hide from the small light of the stove.
“Sorry, luv,” Hobie calls out, “Gotta cook the soup ya beggin for,” He chuckles, making you more pissed.
How dare he care so much about you! He should just.. not.. care.. Okay, maybe you weren’t thinking straight,, Hobie would never ‘not care’; it’s not him!
Soon enough, you see Hobie pull away your blanket, his caring grin practically lighting up the room.. It made your eyes hurt. You hiss, covering your eyes dramatically, “Ahh, the light!”
“Luv, I turned the lights off; the only light in here is the city and dim lightin” He rolls his eyes.
“Your kindness is too bright,,” You mumble, rubbing your eyes to wake yourself up.
“Here, soup,” Hobie hums, holding the warm bowl of heaven before you. It made your mouth water.
You melt, the smell of the best broccoli and cheese soup lifting you away. You quickly sit up, the grogginess washing away in a split second, causing a chuckle from Hobie. You take the bowl from his hands, the heat flooding with your high temperature, but you don’t care,, it’s soup! The greatest gift from heaven.
“Here, eat it slowly,” Hobie passes your favorite spoon and some water to you before sitting next to you.
You begin eating, melting into the warm broth. You look over, noticing how Hobie is staring in awe.. Which is strange.. “What?” You mumble between slurps.
“You’re fucking gorgeous..” Hobie chuckles, a smile curling on his lips.
You raise a brow. “Bullshit,” You laugh. You were wearing a torn band-T, with boxers and your hair a mess. You were not gorgeous,, you looked sick.
“I’m serious!” he laughs, leaning in closer.
“The floor is covered in my snot-filled tissues; still think I’m gorgeous?” You roll your eyes, taking another spoonful of broccoli.
“Snot and all, you’re still mine,” Hobie smiles, leaning his cheek against the couch as he stares in awe.
It makes you feel warm and giggly.. The way he stared at you with a smile curled on his lips..
“You’re crazy,” A smile creeps up on you too.
“Crazy in love, luv,” he snorts, leaning in to attack you with kisses.
You squeak, trying to push him away with your feet as he struggles to kiss you more, “Hobie! I’ll get you sick!” You giggle, holding your soup up to not spill.
Hobie laughs in response, “Come on!! I wanna kiss my lover!!” He chuckles, breaking through and covering your chubby cheeks with kisses.
The soup wasn’t the only thing making you feel better.