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You press a soft kiss to his lips, sitting up, and moving to straddle his waist. Leo's tired eyes flicker with a mix of surprise and desire as you take the lead. You lean down and kiss him again, deeper and more passionate than before. "You're so amazing... So strong... So handsome." He welcomes your kiss eagerly, the taste of your lips igniting a fire within him.

"Mmm, you always know how to make a turtle feel good," he murmurs against your lips, his voice laced with appreciation. His hands find their way to your hips. "You're the reason I keep pushing forward, the light that guides me through the darkest of days." His words are punctuated by a soft moan as he leans into the passion of your kiss, loosing himself in the intoxicating rhythm of your lips.

"You need to let go, baby... Just feel." You whisper, your hands trailing down his hard plastron. Your lips travel down his neck, gently nipping. "No thinking."

Leo's breath hitches as your words sink in, urging him to let go of his burdens and simply surrender to the moment. He nods, a flicker of anticipation dancing in his eyes. "You're right," he rasps, his voice heavy with desire. "No more thinking..."

As your lips trace along his neck, teasing and nipping, a low growl escapes his throat. His hands tighten their grip on your hips, his touch hungry. He tilts his head back, baring his throat to your ministrations, giving himself completely to the sensations that wash over him. The weight of the world melts away, replaced by the electric current of desire that courses through his veins. He lets out a deep, guttural moan, a primal sound that echoes through the room, as he surrenders to the pleasure you offer, his body arching to meet your every touch.

"Good boy." You praise quietly, trailing more kisses down to his plastron. Leo's eyes darken with a mixture of desire and vulnerability as your words wash over him, feeding into his need for affirmation and acceptance. A shiver courses through his body as your kisses trail down, his heart pounding with anticipation. He bites his lower lip, his eyes fixed on you, captivated by your every move. Your fingers slip under the waistband of his pants, but you don't pull them off. "You look so pretty like this..."

"Pretty, huh?" He murmurs, a hint of a playful smirk tugging at his lips. With a swift motion he unfastens his pants, kicking them off so they fall to the floor. He lies under you, exposed and vulnerable, his desire fully ignited. "I won't hold back, not with you..." He vows, his voice laced with determination.

You roll your eyes, smiling down at him. "I thought you agreed to not think." You tease, laying between his legs. Leo chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and desire. He nods, watching as you position yourself comfortably between his legs, his breath hitches as your lips brush his thighs, seeing his slick cloaca as he tries not to drop. "Now... Let me make you feel good..."

The touch of your kisses and nips sends a surge of pleasure through his body, his skin tingling in response. Leo bites his bottom lip, his grip moving to the sheets, holding on tightly. You smile softly, slowly pushing your fingers into his slit, watching as his head falls back against the pillows, his mouth hanging open letting a deep moan escape.

"Oh, fuck..." He groans, his voice laden with desire. He gasps for breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to compose himself. "F-Feels amazing." His word come out in a stuttered breath, his body trembling with desire. He arches slightly, pressing himself against your hand, craving more. "Don't... Don't stop..." He pleads, his voice needy and strained. The vulnerability in his voice is palpable, his desire to surrender evident as he loses himself in the intoxication of pleasure.

You grin, slowly thrusting your fingers into him, trying to find the spot that leaves him a whiny mess. His body responds eagerly, his hips instinctively rocking in rhythm with your movements. A low guttural moan escapes his lips, his eyes glazed with desire. He arches more, pushing himself further onto your fingers, desperate for more. Your free hand moves to his tail, stroking the underside. "So wet already. You wanted this, didn't you."

"Yes," he gasps, his voice filled with need. "Wanted this... Wanted you... Needed you." The touch of your hand on his tail sends a shiver of pleasure through his body, causing him to keen and tremble beneath your touch.

Your thumb continues to stroke his tail, watching it wag and curl around your wrist. You smile, your fingers finally finding the bundle of nerves you'd been searching for, your fingers brushing over it. Leo's body tenses, causing waves of pleasure to wash over him. His eyes squeeze shut as a mixture of moans and whimpers escape his lips, his body writhing beneath your touch. The sensation is exquisite, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of bliss. "Hold on, baby... I've got you."

"Don't... Don't stop... Please..." He grips the sheets tightly, clinging to your words, seeking the comfort and guidance in the midst of overwhelming pleasure. His body responds to your touch, his cock straining against the muscles that hold it back. He trusts you implicitly. The tension builds within him, his release tantalizingly close as he rides the waves of pleasure, completely at your mercy.

"I won't." You hum softly, smiling at his reaction as you kiss his thighs. Your thumb continues to stroke his tail, moving closer to the base. Leo's body is consumed by a whirlwind of pleasure, his mind clouded with desire as your ministrations drive him closer to the edge. He pants heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he clings to your every word and touch. The sensation of your fingers moving faster, coupled with the stimulation of his tail, pushes him to the brink of ecstasy.

His moans grow louder as his body trembles with anticipation. "Please... I want to cum for you." His hips involuntarily rock against your hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. The intensity of his desire is etched across his face, his eyes locked with yours as he yearns for release.

Leo's body tenses as the overwhelming pleasure engulfs him, his eyes locking with you as he reaches his orgasm. A guttural moan escapes his lips as his cum spills over your fingers, his body quivering with the intensity of his orgasm. He gasps for breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he rides the waves of ecstasy. He watches, his eyes filled with adoration and vulnerability, as you slowly pull your fingers out of his slit.

You smile, leaning down to kiss him softly. "We're not quite done, baby. I wanna make sure you're taken care of. Want you forget about everything else for a while. Can I do that for you?" You ask softly, reaching for your strap on harness. Leo's eyes widen with a mix of surprise and anticipation as you mention your plans to take care of him further. He feels a surge of desire coursing though his veins, his body responding eagerly to the promise of more pleasure. He meets your kiss with equal fervor, his lips melding against yours.

"Yes," he breathes against your lips, his voice filled with need. "Please... Make me forget. Make me forget everything but you." He watches as you grab a long, thick dildo. He knows the intensity it brings, the way it pushes him to the limits, leaving him aching for more.

"Good." You smile, attaching the dildo to the harness. "Get comfy." You tell him, moving away for him to get in the position he wants as you attach the harness to your body.

Leo's heart pounds in his chest as he considers the options you present to him. He takes a moment to collect himself, his mind filled with desire and anticipation. He moves to position himself on all fours, his body arching slightly to present himself to you. He feels a surge of vulnerability, but also a sense of empowerment. His eyes meet yours, looking over his shoulder, his eyes filled with trust and longing. He knows that in this position, you have full access to him, able to make him forget everything.

You watch him, his ass high in the air, his tail straight up to present his slit. "One more choice, then I promise we'll get to the main event." You get behind him, your hands on his hips, lightly caressing his scaly skin. "You can drop or keep it in."

Leo's breath catches in his throat as he hears your proposition, his mind racing with the possibilities. He takes a moment to consider the pleasure each choice would bring. "I... I want to keep it in," he confesses. "I want to feel the fullness... I want to be yours in every way." The words spill from his lips, a testament to his willingness to surrender himself to the pleasure that awaits him.

"I knew you'd say that." You tease, leaning down to press soft kisses to his lower shell, gently teasing his slit with the dildo. His breath hitches, his body tensing with a mix of anticipation and excitement, his mind focused purely on the pleasure that awaits him. "Are you ready, baby?"

He takes a moment to steady himself, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as he prepares to be filled. "Yes," he breathes, his voice filled with a mix of desire and need. "I'm ready, babe. Take me." His words hang in the air, a plea for you to claim him, to drive him to the brink of pleasure.

You slowly push into him, holding his hips tight so he doesn't push back and possibly hurt himself. You watch his tail wag, deep churrs leaving his throat as the dildo fills him, pressing against his cock. "Remember. No thinking." His eyes flutter closed, his mind clearing as he focuses solely on the sensations that consume him. He takes your words to heart, letting go of any thoughts or worries, allowing himself to be fully in the moment.

His body instinctively responds, his hips rocking back against the dildo, seeking more of the delicious friction it provides. A low moan escapes his lips, his voice strained and needy. Your thrusts stay slow and calculated, letting him get used to the size. One of your hands moves down to gently stroke his tail, watching as his body trembles at the added stimulation. He feels your other hand on his hip, anchoring him in place as you guide the rhythm of your movements. He can't help but let out a breathy moan as you stroke his tail.

"You look so good like this." You murmur, his eyes meet yours, glazed with desire and surrender. "Already fucked out?" You tease, watching as he struggles to form coherent words.

"Yes," he manages to gasp, his voice filled with need. "I'm... I'm already so fucked out for you." The admission spills from his lips, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that you've brought him to.

"Clearly not if you can form a sentence." You whisper playfully, starting to thrust a bit faster. He hears your playful words, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, but unable to form a coherent response.

Leo's body trembles with every thrust, his senses overwhelmed by the pleasure that courses through him. He can't help but let out a throaty moan as you increase the pace, driving him to new heights of ecstasy. His mind becomes a haze of pleasure, his thoughts scattered and fragmented as he loses himself. His eyes roll back, his body arching as he surrenders himself completely to your mercy. The pressure of your thumb against the base of his tail sends waves of pleasure radiating through his body, intensifying his pleasure. He can't help but cry out, his voice filled with desire and pleasure. In this moment, he's yours completely, lost in the pleasure of being fucked by you.

"That's it, baby." You smile, your thrusts becoming harder and faster. Leo's body trembles under the force of your thrusts, his senses overwhelmed. He can barely form a coherent thought, his mind consumed by the sensations that ripple through his body. The lewd sounds that escape his lips only serve to fuel his desire, his moans and cries echoing in the room. He can feel the dildo sliding in and out of his cloaca easily, brushing against his cock. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body arching and writhing with each powerful thrust.

Leo's body tenses as he feels your weight pressing against his shell as you lean over him, driving the dildo deeper into his cloaca. The pleasure intensifies, pushing him closer to the edge. He can feel the head building within him, the desire to let go and succumb to the pleasure. "I... I want to cum for you... Want to give myself completely to you." The words spill from his lips, a plea for release that only you can provide. Your hands move to his shoulders, using his body as leverage to pound into him harder. The dildo hits deep, rubbing his cock and stimulating the bundle of nerves just inside his cloaca.

"Cum for me, baby..." You whisper, the pleasure builds and builds until he can no longer hold back. His body tenses, his muscles contracting as he finally reaches his climax. A mix of moans, chips, and churrs spill form his lips, his voice a symphony of pleasure. His cum fills his cloaca, unable to spill out. "Good boy, you did amazing."

You slow your thrusts, gently pulling the large toy out. He feels a sense of release, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Leo remains in position, his ass still in the air, his cum leaking out of his cloaca. Your words of praise wash over him, bringing a sense of warmth and contentment. He feels your gentle kisses on his ass and thighs, a tender gesture that fills him with a sense of love and appreciation. He feels cherished, his body and desires acknowledged as he basks in the afterglow.

You hum softly, moving to his sensitive cloaca. You flatten your tongue over his slit, licking up the cum leaking out of him. Leo's breath comes in ragged gasps as you pull away from his cloaca, leaving him craving more. "You still okay, baby? If you can't talk, please nod or something. If you want me to stop, just smack me with your tail."

He listens to your words, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He nods, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and gratitude. He appreciates your care and concern, your willingness to check in on him even in the midst of pleasure. He raises his head slightly, meeting your gaze, nodding once more to assure you he's still okay, still craving your touch. He trusts you, knowing that if he needs to stop he can rely on the safety of his tail to communicate his boundaries. He feels seen and cared for, his desires and well-being acknowledged.

"Good. Don't wanna do anything you don't like." You whisper, kissing his ass and tail. "I still want to make sure my baby is taken care of."

Leo's heart swells with affection, feeling the warmth of your care and consideration. He values the importance you place on his consent, it reassures him, reminding him that he is safe in your hands. As your tongue licks over his slit again, this time with less aggression, he moans softly, his body responding to the delicate touch. His body tenses as he feels your tongue slowly pushing into his cloaca, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He can't help the low moan that leaves his throat, his voice filled with desire and satisfaction.

He keeps his ass raised, offering himself to you willingly, trusting in your guidance and control. As your tongue thrusts in and out of his cloaca, his body aches and writhes under the pleasure, his tail responding to the gentle strokes of your fingers.

You feel warmth flood your mouth, Leo's body convulsing with pleasure as he reaches his climax again. He moans softly, his body trembling with the intensity of the night. As you clean up the cum from his cloaca, he feels a mix of satisfaction and vulnerability. He appreciates your attentiveness, your care in ensuring his comfort and pleasure.

"Three orgasms... I'm quite proud of myself." You tease lightly, helping him roll onto his back, his body still buzzing with aftershocks from his orgasm. "You okay? I know that was a lot." Your voice softer as you smile down at him, needing to check in.

He looks up at you, his eyes filled with exhaustion and contentment. He tries to form words, but his voice fails him. Instead he nods, a silent affirmation that he's okay, that he's grateful for the pleasure you've given him.

"Good. You deserved that." You smile, leaning down to sprinkle a few kisses on his face. The kisses on his face bring a smile to his lips, a silent expression of his appreciation. You sit up, taking the harness off, he watches you with a sense of longing. "Now. You lay all pretty while I get you some water, okay?"

Leo's body relaxes as he hears your words, a surge of gratitude for your care and attention, for recognizing his need to be pampered and pleasured. He nods, understanding your request, and settles back, his body still tingling with the remnants of pleasure. He waits patiently, grateful for the intimate connection you share, feeling loved and cherished.

You come back, propping the pillows up so you can sit against the headboard and have his head in your lap. Leo's body feels heavy and lethargic, appreciating your support as you help him sit up, his limbs feeling a bit weak and unresponsive. He takes a long drink from the bottle, the cool liquid soothing his parched throat. A soft sigh escaping his lips as your fingers brush his cheek, his eyes closing briefly as he savors the gentle touch. The words "good boy" whispered against his head bring a sense of warmth and reassurance. He leans into your touch, seeking comfort and solace in your presence.

Leo manages to roll onto his stomach again, laying his head on your chest, the comforting weight of your chest beneath his head. Your fingers trail over his scaly skin, down to his hard shell, Leo churring softly, his tail wagging slowly.

"Rest, baby. You deserve it." You whisper, tilting his head up to look at you one more time, pressing a soft kiss to his beak. His eyes meet yours, filled with love and gratitude, the kiss on his beak bringing warmth to his chest. "I love you, Leo... Never forget that... Otherwise I'll have to fuck you senseless again." You tease lightly, your fingers brushing along his jaw. "Though I'm sure you'd like that."

"I love you too," he murmurs, his voice sincere. He chuckles softly at your teasing, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I wouldn't complain if you did," he quips, his fingers intertwining with yours. "But for now I'll take the rest."

"Good. Maybe next time I can find a bigger toy, fill your tussy." You tease, looking down at him. He is the one that thought up the term after all.

Leo's eyes widen at your teasing words, a playful glint dancing in his gaze. He can't help but chuckle, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Oh, is that so?" He retorts, his voice laced with amusement. "Well, I suppose I'll have to prepare myself for the challenge. Can't let you have all the fun, now can I?" He winks playfully, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your chest.

"Does that mean I get to watch?" You laugh, your thumb brushing his cheek. His eyes sparkle with a mix of curiosity and intrigue as he hears your playful question.

Sometimes it was a little exhausting keeping Hobie from your family. You tried not to be around your family at all, but sometimes it was unavoidable.

"Hey, Hobie?" You walk into the kitchen where Hobie was making lunch. You wring your hands anxiously. "My family is coming over so... Could you not be in the apartment tomorrow? I'm sorry its such late notice..."

"Oh?" He questions, turning to face you. "What's the occasion?" A wide grin pulling at his lip, eyes sparkling. He's never met your family, he finds himself intrigued by them though. Are they really that bad? "Sure. I'll find something to do." Hobie shrugs, it must be important if you're asking him to leave.

"They just decided they wanted to pop in. I just found out and they'll be here tomorrow afternoon." You sigh, a bit relieved that he was so understanding. "I'm really sorry."

"It's no big deal." Hobie reassures you with a smile. "Do they give you trouble or something?" He raises an eyebrow, concerned.

"Ah, well, yes..." You shrug lightly. "Mostly if they saw you, it'd be a whole thing." You make 'blow up' gestures.

"Oh, like a 'No Boys, Ever!' kina thing?" He asks, a bit of sarcasm in his tone. He chuckles a little, glancing down at you.

"No. No." You shake your head and frown slightly. "More of a 'why are you with this gorgeous man, you must be paying him' kinda thing and then it'll blow up, and..."

"Are you saying I'm too good looking for you?" Hobie queries, nudging your shoulder.

"You were a runway model, so yeah."

"Hey, I had to pay my rent somehow. They'll be up in your business about it, huh? I can handle that. No need for me to leave unless it'll make things harder for you."

"Believe me, once they see you and start asking questions, you'll wish you hadn't stayed."

"You can't be serious... They're not that shallow and superficial, are they?"

"Dead serious."

"Do you usually let them pressure you into doing things their way? Because if so, I think this is the perfect time for you to draw a hard line and not bend to their will. It could be good for you."

"I don't follow their rules anymore since I don't live with them, but if they knew that..."

"Would they disown you?"

"No. They'd keep me from seeing the family I actually do want to be around. If they knew about you, well... Are you prepared for them to accuse you of being in it for money? For only being here because I'm paying you?"

The words hit Hobie like a slap to the face, his eyes go wide as he absorbs what you've said. That's their first reaction? Why? What kind of family would ever consider saying something like that?

"So what... They think you're alone...? Single and celibate?"

"Uh... Yeah, yep." You confirm.

He's at a loss for words. This is... absurd. There are no words to describe how Hobie feels right now. How he feels about your parents, the situation you're in.

"You're family is f-" He starts, but quickly corrects himself. "Insane."

"Say it with your chest." Encouraging him to say whatever he wants.

He doesn't want to upset you, but this... this doesn't sit right with him. "Your parents are fucking crazy." He utters, glaring at the ceiling. His anger only seems to grow. "How could someone like you come from that? Who do they think they are controlling you? Dictating who you date, who you sleep with, if you can live your like freely? Have you ever thought about cutting them out of your life?"

"Pure luck?" You jest, trying to cheer him up with a joke to his first question. "I've thought about cutting them off, but that'll cut ties with family I do want to see."

Hobie snorts at your little joke, but he loses the small smile as you continued. "Still. You shouldn't have to do that. I mean, do you let them dictate the rest of your life? The way you look, they way you act, who you love?"

"Considering you're here... Absolutely not, but under no circumstances am I putting you in their line of fire." You answer quickly, shaking your head slightly.

"I can handle it." He replies with a shrug. He says that, but you know the thought of being in front of your family makes him uncomfortable. He was ready to do it for you though. That alone speaks volumes about how far he'd go to help you. "Your family can't keep getting away with controlling your life like this... What are you going to do? Just let them push you around for the rest of your life? Let them manipulate you into doing whatever they want?"

"What will pushing back accomplish? It'll cut me off from family."

"How is doing nothing better? You're just letting them walk all over you and control you like a puppet! Don't you want your life back?"

"It's not that simple."

"Life is never easy. Some people are luck, but others - like us- are born into difficult circumstances. But that doesn't mean we have to let the hardships stop us from living. Maybe it's not simple. Maybe it means making difficult decisions, taking a stand, or fighting for what we want. But we can do that - we have to."

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It'd been a month or so since that night, but you'd blocked your parents on everything. Now you felt more comfortable sharing your personal life, and Hobie. You had fought like hell to get to this point, but you did it. It was one hell of a victory to win and you celebrated.

At first you took your freedom for granted, maybe you still do. No matter what, you knew there was no going back. You were free and planned to stay that way.

You wandered together beneath the hot London sun, through the concessions during a Spider-Man festival, you found it a bit humorous since the man behind the mask was holding your hand. Hobie's mood is contagious, you find yourself smiling as well. How could you not? Everything is so energetic, everyone is so excited and in good spirits, ready to have a good time.

"Do you ever feel weird about all this?" You ask as you weave through the throngs of people. "People throwing festivals and stuff in your honor but having no clue it's you?"

"Honestly?" He answers with a soft laugh. "Sometimes, yeah. I never really get used to it. People are obsessed with Spider-Man, so when they start acting like complete geeks over him, it makes me feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone or something. I'd never complain about it though." He wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling your back against his chest as you stand in line. "Especially if it means seeing you smile like this..."

"Cheesy bastard..." You huff playfully, wrapping your hands around his forearms.

"Damn right I am." He cackles, pulling you closer. "Admit it! You love my lame puns and bad one-liners. You can't get enough of them!" He dips his head down and kisses you, lingering for a moment. He's not done flattering you though. "See? You're addicted to me..."

You laugh, opening your mouth to start denying everything. "Y/N?" You hear a familiar voice call and you freeze. Hobie pulls his head back, immediately picking up on your discomfort. He pulls you impossibly closer, searching for the source of your anxiety. He finally spots it. A stranger, well to him at least.

"Do you know her?" He whispers, still holding you close.

"That's my mom..." You mumble. You turn away from her, hoping she didn't see you.

"What do you think she wants?" He asks in a rushed whisper. "How do we deal with this?"

"I wish you could turn invisible..." You mutter, trying to think of something.

Before Hobie even has a chance to think of a response, your mom is right in front of you. "Y/N!" She cries, pulling you out of Hobie's grasp and into a big hug. "You're so skinny! You're not eating enough, that explains why we haven't heard from you in weeks!" Her eyes flicker over to Hobie as she lets go. "Who the hell are you?"

"This is Hobie... My... um..." You try, but Hobie doesn't like labels. There's no word to really describe your relationship.

Hobie immediately picks up on your issue, his eyes narrowing in contemplation. "We're together. An item..." He answers, a bit hesitant but firm.

"An item? You can't even tell me what your relationship actually is?" Your mom asks, smiling almost smugly. "So... She's paying you?"

"Paying me?" Hobie grits, looking at you before shooting your mother a glare. He's livid, grabbing your waist and pulling you back against him. He can't believe she'd say something so underhanded and insidious.

"Oh please." Your mother rolls her eyes. "Like you'd ever go for someone like my daughter without some sort of payment."

Hobie's anger nearly boils over; he's ready to get in your mother's face and start screaming. Instead, he takes a deep breath and speaks calmly, his voice dripping with sarcasm and spite. "What do you want from us, lady? An apology? An explanation? Because I'm not apologizing for loving your daughter and I don't owe you a damn thing."

"Loving my daughter?" Your mom laughs snidely. "Look at her. You could have anyone and you 'picked' her?"

Hobie's anger gives way to confusion as your mother's cruel words register. How could someone be so heartless? Who says something like that about their own child? As though you were some sort of object - an object that isn't worth any sort of love. "You have no idea what you're talking about so why don't you keep your mouth shut?"

"Excuse me?" Your mom glares daggers at Hobie.

"Did I stutter? Is your hearing okay?" Hobie snaps, his tone venomous. His jaw clenched with anger, he doesn't care what your mother thinks of him. He wants nothing more than to tear her apart, but he holds himself back. Refusing to stoop to her level.

Your mother huffs angrily and stomps away, you finally relax against Hobie's chest. "You didn't have to do that..."

"Yes, I did." He replies, frowning. He can still feel the residual anger and hatred radiating from him. "I'd do it a hundred times over if it meant protecting you. No one - and I mean no one - is going to talk to you that way while I'm alive. No one."

You turn in his arms, wrapping your own around his waist in a tight hug, hoping to relieve some of his anger. Hobie immediately accepts, pulling you closer. For a moment all he can do is hold you, breathing in the sweet smell of your hair. His grip tightens around you, his anger fading away. He rests his head against your head, eyes closing as he keep ahold of you.

"Did you mean what you said?" You mumble into his chest, your voice slightly muffled.

He goes still, pondering your question. "Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?" His voice is calm and soft. "It's the truth. I won't let anyone treat you that way." Hobie kisses the top of your head, his voice filled with determination.

"Not that." You laugh, shaking your head. "You said you 'wouldn't apologize for loving me...' Did you mean it?"

"Oh. That." He pauses for a moment. "Um... Yeah. I meant it."

"That's good." You nod thoughtfully. Hobie seems a bit anxious, waiting for you to reciprocate. "I love you too."