The first place Craig checked was the ice cream parlour. It was probably because he'd been thinking about it earlier that morning, but he thought it had enough sentimental value that Tweek might have gone there. He checked their normal booth but it was empty, and the owner hadn't seen Tweek all day. Craig decided to skip out on checking the amusement park. There were plenty of locations that had sentimental attachments for them as a couple, but that was a place that Tweek didn't feel comfortable going to alone. Even if he was there, Craig would never find him in the queues of customers.

He checked the pet store, the school playground, the park, the lake. He couldn't find that mess of anxiety with blonde hair anywhere. He wanted to go banging on doors, checking with Stan and Kyle and Clyde and Cartman, but he had to trust that Tweek's parents were doing that.

He found himself outside of the coffee shop. It was closed for the first Saturday that he could remember. The lights were off, the door was locked, and a hasty hand-written sign promised that they'd be open again the next day.

Mr Tweak came from around the side of the building, keys jangling in his hand.

'Hi Craig,' he said with a forced smile. 'You haven't seen Tweek, have you?'

Craig shook his head, staring numbly at the sign.

'We had an argument last night.'

'I'm sorry to hear that,' Mr Tweak said, tucking his keys away. 'Can I ask what about?'

Craig clenched his fists.

'You.'

'Me?' Mr Tweak looked down at him in surprise.

'More than that, but... but you've been making Tweek work so much, and he's been so stressed...' Craig couldn't get angry at an adult the way he got angry at other kids, so he kept his voice calm. But the frustration and sadness he felt when he thought about how strained Tweek had been recently boiled inside of him regardless.

'He's been doing paperwork at school during class, and he's been testing so much coffee that he can hardly think straight. He comes to me every night not knowing how to cope with it. How can you ask that much of him?'

He didn't hear a reply, and when he looked up Mr Tweak was looking down at the sidewalk with a guilty face.

'I have been working him a bit hard,' he admitted.

'Sorry.' Craig looked back at the locked door. 'I can be too direct. That's my problem with Tweek, too.'

'I'm sure he appreciates your honesty, just like I do,' Mr Tweak said with a smile. 'He talks about you a lot. He thinks the world of you. Well, let me know if you hear from him. Please.'

Mr Tweak walked past him and away down the street.

Craig looked around. Where was his boyfriend? How could he be anywhere in this town without someone seeing him?

If anyone could find Tweek, it should be him. He should know him best. Where would he want to be if he was upset?

Oh, he thought glumly.

Craig's room. Or anywhere that Craig was. Which was exactly where Tweek had tried to go, until Craig had pushed him away.

'I love you,' Craig said, and the wind snatched the words away.

If he hadn't been so exhausted, Craig would have had the sense to use the Quiet Box to help Tweek. It was meant to be saved for those monster anxiety attacks when Tweek couldn't even speak, but it wasn't exclusively for that. After three weeks of stress and anxiety, Craig should have thought to use it. He had so many opportunities to go to their fort and grab it, and bring it into the house…

The fort. Craig took off down the street. He couldn't be, could he?