Miles, For All That He Is A Mama's Boy, SWEARS He Isn't Anything Like His Mother But, Hobie Doesn't Believe

Miles, for all that he is a mama's boy, SWEARS he isn't anything like his mother but, Hobie doesn't believe that for shit. Ever since they started dating, Hobie has made it a goal to visit the Morales home at least once a week and stay for dinner per Mrs. Morales' and Miles' request. Besides, his mom makes the /best/ fucking food in /any/ universe.

But, it also makes Hobie realize that Miles and his mother are very similar when it comes to food because, once Mrs. Morales and Miles noticed how skinny he was and found out about the state he was living in back at his universe, they went fuuuuull mama bear mode on him.

"Hobie, babe, just eat it, you need to finish your plate!" Miles scolds him and tries to stuff his fork full of chicken down Hobie's throat.

"Sì, sì, Hobie, dear just have a /little/ more. Just to fill you up," Mrs. Morales holds up a spoon. "I don't want my boy going to bed hungry tonight!"

He doesn't know how to tell him that, despite what they may think, he won't be going to bed hungry for the next six days /over/ because of all the delicious food they've shoved down his throat. He's so full he feels like he's gonna pop but, he can't say no to his gorgeous boyfriend's cute puppy eyes and his equally beautiful mother who cooked his meal so thoughtfully for him.

So, instead, he resorts to desperate measures and glances towards Miles' father's direction, their eyes meeting.

/Fucking help me/, Hobie begs him with his wide, unblinking eyes, hoping Jeff will get the message.

Jeff stares at him for a few moments before smirking and saying; "Honey, maybe Hobie will like some more green beans? He doesn't look like he's gotten enough protein."

Hobie's jaw drops farther than he thought possible. /Oh, that fucking PIG-/

With his mouth open, it gives Miles plenty of time to shove his fork full of chicken in between his lips and Hobie nearly chokes on the force of it but he swallows the food down anyway. Gods, it's really fucking good but he's seriously gonna pass out.

"Hobie, eres tan flaco, me preocupo por ti, nena. ¡Solo come el resto de tu comida y luego podemos tomar el postre!" Miles starts ranting in Spanish like his mother does as he grabs more food and Hobie can't understand a lick of what he's talking about.

"¡Oh sí! Hice el mejor postre para esta noche, Hobie. te va a encantar," Mrs. Morales seems to agree with whatever the hell Miles said and they both nod in agreement as they shove more food in his face.

/Yep, this is how I die. Overstuffed from good fucking food/, Hobie thinks to himself before shrugging and opening his mouth for more anyway. /Eh, well, not a bad way to die, surrounded by good food and my hot boyfriend and his equally hot mom who are both catering to me. Could be worse/.