So he'd been kind of lying. And it's a safe bet that whatever part of Hobbes's brain that's still capable of rational thought is aware of this. Of course he's here because Hobbes wants him. He'd never have turned around when he did otherwise. He wouldn't fucking be here now. He wouldn't be lifting a hand to gently cup Tom's face as he erases the last centimeter of distance between their mouths.

It's all for him. All of it. It always has been.