Hobie stumbled through the geometrical portal, lanky arms waving around like ropes attached to a tree branch. He landed on the deck of his canal boat, red boots thumping underneath him as they hit the wooden surface. Home sweet home.

He’d been away all day, trying to catch some anomaly who was jumping from places to places because Miguel had ‘ordered’ him to.

He didn’t take orders from anyone of course, he only did it to lend his friend, Gwen Stacy, a hand. He cared for her deeply, seeing her as the family he chose for himself.

He was tired and in need of some rest. He grabbed a drink from his fridge and scrolled through his contacts, stopping at yours. Despite his complicated feelings and his tendency to push people away, he found himself wanting to see you.

He called you over to his boat. You spent the night talking and listening to his records until you eventually drifted off to sleep on his sofa. As the sun began to peek through the windows, you woke up to find Hobie sitting nearby, looking at his phone. He greeted you with a smirk.

“Ay, sunshine.” Hobie quipped, eyes scanning your face. “Seems someone decided to wake up, eh?”