The next morning, Tweek felt that giddiness immediately crush his chest as he rolled out of bed to get his shower. Was it because he was going to see Craig today? Probably. No, definitely. That was definitely why. It was baffling to him how quickly he fell for this guy. Tweek never develops a crush in the span of four business days, let alone a crush on someone nine years older than him. Stepping out of the shower, he looked at himself in the mirror, turning his head from left to right in the mirror to inspect his face. Freckles. Lots of them, sprawled carelessly across his pale cheeks and nose. Soft stubble was forming along his jaw line, but it was so blonde he barely noticed. There was a stray freckle that was darker in color that sat by his right eye, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the rest. Tired eyes from years of caffeine abuse (well, abuse is a strong word. Years of caffeine addiction), but they were still a unique, bright green. His lips seemed too plump to him, but Wendy always said she envied them. Biting down on said lips, Tweek poked at his stomach, feeling the muscle hidden underneath a small layer of fat. He wasn't fat, but definitely chubby. Tweek didn't mind, having been scrawny growing up. He much preferred thick thighs to the chicken legs he used to carry himself on. Besides, thick thighs save lives, right? Shaking his head, Tweek continued with his morning routine, walking out into the kitchen after twenty minutes. Stan was the only one out there, the news on the TV for background noise.

"So…he's gay." Tweek blinked, turning from the fridge to look at Stan, cheeks already pink.

"I-how do you know?"

"Wendy told me he told you." Tweek cursed under his breath, sticking his head into the fridge and leaning against one of the shelves. His face already felt hot, and he hasn't left the apartment yet.

"God dammit! I didn't want you guys to know yet!"

"But Wendy could?" He chuckled, taking a bite of his eggs.

"It's different with you and Kyle! I don't talk about boys with you guys!"

"Yeah, but you could." It was Kyle's voice, but Tweek never lifted his face from the shelf in the fridge.

"It's…I don't know, weird? I-I didn't think you two were that interested…"

"You're our roommate and friend, of course we're interested!" Stan laughed, standing to wash his now empty plate. Tweek jumped when the fridge started beeping, indicating it had been open for too long. Quickly jumping back after grabbing an apple, he slammed it shut, a red line across his forehead from leaning on the shelf. Kyle snickered.

"The red line across the forehead is a good look for you." Tweek flipped him off.

"Fuck off, dude." He laughed, taking a bite of his apple. He squeezed passed Stan, grabbing the blue thermos that sat beside the coffee maker and filled it (almost) to the top. Leaning behind his roommate, he pulled the fridge open and grabbed the creamer, doing a one Mississippi count of cream. Just like the other day. Satisfied with the coffee, he gave it a quick stir before closing it, walking over to his backpack and tucking it in. Kyle smirked.

"Oh, so now you're bringing him coffee?"

"Kyle, didn't I tell you to fuck off?" The red head snorted, Wendy walking out from her room.

"There are aggressive words being tossed around this morning." She teased, Tweek plopping down next to Kyle at the counter top as he continued to eat his apple.

"Kyle's being a dick."

"What the fuck?!" He smacked Tweek's arm, the blonde letting out a laugh. Wendy smiled, leaning up to press a quick kiss to Stan's cheek as he continued cleaning up his dishes from cooking.

"What's on everyone's agendas today?" Wendy asked, popping a bagel into the toaster.

"Well, after classes I'm meeting up with this girl named Heidi to start work on a semester long marketing project. There are other people, but she's the only one I remember." Kyle said, Tweek raising an eyebrow.

"And why is she the only one you remember?"

"Cause she's the-" Cutting himself off, Kyle shoved the rest of the banana he was eating into his mouth, his face turning a dark red. Stan turned, leaning against the sink.

"She's the what, Kyle?"

"…th' prett'st." He mumbled around a mouthful of banana, his ears turning as red as his hair. Wendy squealed, leaning her elbows on the counter as she took a bite of her now finished bagel.

"Tell us more! You haven't been this red about a girl since freshman year!" Swallowing the food in his mouth, Kyle looked down at his phone resting on the counter top, his index finger reaching out to spin in on the counter.

"Well…she just transferred from the University of Utah. She's originally from Colorado, but she didn't like being so far away from home and the business program wasn't her favorite. So…we're meeting up with our group to start planning some shit and then…I'm…showing her around campus…?" Tweek grinned around his apple, elbowing Kyle. Once the red head looked at him, he gave his shoulder a squeeze.

"Go get 'em, tiger."


Okay, walking in on the first day of class was no issue, but now that Tweek has the simple task of giving Craig coffee on his way in, he realized that's a lot of attention from his classmates. What would they think when they saw him giving him coffee?! Would they think he's a kiss up? Shaking his head as they walked into the building, Tweek rummaged through his backpack, tugging the thermos out and holding it to his chest as they walked to the classroom. Stan gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze as they rounded the corner to the stretch of classrooms, Tweek shooting him a thankful smile before they walked in. Without a word, Tweek slid the thermos across his desk, shooting Craig a soft smile when he looked over his shoulder from writing on the white board. He smiled at Tweek, but did that think where he licks his teeth, as if he was trying not to smile too wide. It made Tweek's stomach flutter.

"Thanks, kid."

"One-one splash of cream, just like last time." He breathed out, turning to walk to his seat next to Wendy. As he turned, he saw all the eyes of the jealous girls glaring at him. However, Tweek didn't feel shame or regret, but confidence. With a smirk, he walked to his seat, that orchestral piece he had to listen to earlier in the week playing in his head as he walked. He wasn't sure why, but it felt fitting for the moment. Tweek had something that all these girls didn't: a dick and Craig's attention. That alone was enough to make Tweek feel untouchable. Sliding into his seat, he looked at Wendy, cheek leaning onto the back of his hand.

"You seem…calm." She said, tugging her notebook out.

"Because I have something these girls don't." He whispered, a look of confusion crossing Wendy's face. He dropped his gaze down to the crotch of his jeans, and Wendy smacked his arm as she grinned and giggled.

"You're so fucking confident all of a sudden!"

"Well, I also have his attention." He said between his teeth, glancing up front to see Craig take a sip of the coffee. Tweek raised his eyebrow at him, the man setting the thermos down after a long gulp. He gave him a quick thumbs up and a smirk, Tweek's heart flipping in his chest at the simple notion. Wendy grabbed Tweek's hand under the table, giving it a squeeze.

"Tweek." She gasped, but her friend's face was already as red as Kyle's hair, a grin on his face as he looked at her. The class was…okay. To Craig's word, economics was boring, but he did try his hardest to make it as interesting as possible. At around two o'clock, fifteen minutes before class was supposed to end, Craig looked up at the clock as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Alright. I'm done. See ya'll Tuesday." He said, sitting cross legged on his desk as everyone packed up. Tweek blinked, his chest tightening as he just sat there sipping at his coffee. With a smile, Tweek packed up his bag and stood, Wendy smiling at him.

"You gonna talk to him?"

"Well…I have to. I gotta find out when I'm getting his thermos." He murmured, slowly making their way up front. She gave his hand a squeeze, smirking.

"I'll meet you out front with the guys." Tweek blinked, watching her push her way to the front to meet with Stan and Kyle. God dammit. Soon enough, it was just Tweek standing in front of Craig, the person who was in front of him walking out the door, and leaving the two of them. Alone. Tweek swallowed hard, smiling.

"I hope the thumbs up was a good thing?"

"Well, typically speaking, a thumbs up is a good thing, kid." Tweek blushed, laughing softly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Didn't know if you were just being nice, or something." He teased, Craig letting his legs drop to the floor. God, he's all leg. Craig smiled, taking a sip from his thermos.

"It's really good, Tweek," He stood up, walking around to erase the board. "When can I give this back to you? I'm planning on making this last the next two classes I have to teach today." Tweek rocked on his feet, thinking.

"Well, I work tomorrow, so you could always drop it off there?" Craig hummed as he thought.

"Sounds like a plan."

"You know, you don't have to buy coffee every time you come in." Tweek said, fiddling with the strap of his backpack. Craig leaned against the whiteboard after the erased it, smirking as he crossed his arms.

"Why do you say that?"

"If you need to just drop off your thermos and run, it's okay. I'm used to it being empty in there." Craig chuckled, running a hand through his hair and rubbing the back of his neck.

"You don't enjoy my company, Tweek?" He teased, Tweek's face flushing a bright red once more.

"No, I do! I-I just know you're a very busy man and-and don't want to hold you up." Man. The word felt weird coming from his lips. Sure, Tweek himself was a man. But Craig? Craig was all man. And that was such a turn on to Tweek. Something flashed across Craig's gorgeous eyes as he pushed himself off the whiteboard to grab his bag.

"Maybe I just enjoy talking to you," Tweek blinked, his mouth opening and then snapping shut. Oh sweet Jesus, I'm going to die this semester. Craig smirked a bit, nodding his head towards the door. "Come on, walk with me." Dumbly nodding, Tweek followed him, looking like a puppy following the heel of his owner. Trying to snap out of his daze, Tweek ran his hands down his face, trying to quickly collect his thoughts.

"I can bring you a different flavored coffee next week if you want." Craig glanced down at him.

"Yeah? What do you recommend?" Tweek swallowed, thinking.

"I have a good hazelnut brew." Craig hummed, holding the door open for Tweek. Tweek blushed, but nodded his head as a thanks as they walked outside. He saw Wendy, Stan, and Kyle waiting for him by the parking lot.

"I could get down with hazelnut." Craig finally said, causing Tweek to snort.

"Get down?"

"What, the kids don't say that?" He teased, Tweek grinning.

"Don't act like such a grandpa, you're not that old." He laughed, Craig laughing as well, rummaging through his bag. That blue carton of cigarettes was pulled out, Craig tucking one between his lips and putting the cartoon back. He rummaged through his pocket for his lighter.

"Hey, don't knock the grandpa life, it isn't so bad." He said around the cigarette, flicking his found lighter to life and inhaling. Tweek ran his tongue over his lips as he watched the process in broad daylight instead of through the shop window. God fucking dammit he's beautiful. Craig made sure to exhale away from Tweek, the blonde rocking on his feet again as he thought.

"I gotta go get some lunch with Wendy, Stan, and Kyle, but I'll…see you tomorrow?" Craig smirked, the cigarette between his index and middle finger now. His eyes were so much more brighter in the sun and not under the harsh lighting of the shop and classroom.

"Sounds like a plan." Tweek smiled, waving goodbye as he turned to walk towards his friends. Craig watched him for a second before turning to go get lunch from a nearby food truck. He didn't see the wide eyed look the blonde he was previously talking to give his friends, the three of them looking at Tweek with raised eyebrows. Tweek opened his mouth to speak, but quickly snapped it shut and slammed his hands over his face.

"Fuck!" He shouted.

"What?! Was it bad?!" Wendy asked, grabbing his wrists.

"NO! And that's the problem!" Stan furrowed his brows as they started walking, dropping one arm around Tweek's shoulders and the other around Wendy's.

"Why is that a problem?"

"Because he said he likes talking to me and-and how can I when all I do is babble and embarrass myself in front of him?!"

"Maybe he likes that about you?" Kyle suggested, Tweek sucking in a breath to calm his racing heart.

"Why?! I can't fucking go a day without falling on my ass over him!"

"Did you fall today?" Stan asked.

"N…no?"

"Then you did it!" Tweek grunted, pouting his lower lip out.

"You're not helping, Stan."

"Sorry, but I think you should play into it." Tweek blinked.

"What?"

"He's clearly flirting back with you. Play into it while you can." Tweek blinked again, falling quiet. If Stan called it flirting, then maybe Craig was flirting with him. Why would he do that, though? Shaking his head to stop his self-deprecating thoughts, he tried what his therapist suggested to him: replace those thoughts with uplifting thoughts. No! You're a catch. You're pretty cute. Maybe he's into blonde guys with caffeine addictions and anxiety. They walked into the pizza shop on campus and up to the front to order, each getting a slice of pizza. Tweek, for the second time that week, was distant during lunch because of a Mr. Craig Tucker.


The soft hum of the coffee machine was really killing Tweek's mood. It was the only sound in the coffee shop besides his breathing, and this is not how he wanted to spend his first Friday of the semester. With a sigh, Tweek rummaged through his backpack and pulled out his laptop, setting it on the counter. He had some time before work to finish his homework, so he was going to catch up on his favorite show: Sex and the City. He started watching it one night over the summer with his mom, wanting to keep her company since his dad was away to go look for a new coffee bean supplier. Tweek wasn't expecting to love the show as much as he did, but here he was, on season three and loving it. Leaning his chin onto the palm of his hand, he started watching an episode, the minutes slowly crawling past. He was on his third episode by the time the little bell rung above the door, his face flushing as the sounds of moaning came from his laptop. With a yelp, he quickly muted his laptop and slammed it shut, his eyes widening as he heard a familiar voice.

"I know it probably gets lonely in here, but not that lonely." Tweek let out an embarrassed whine, shaking his head.

"N-NO! It-fuck-I was watching Sex and the City!" He admitted, Craig letting out a laugh.

"I didn't think anyone still watched that show."

"My-my mom loves it and re-watches the series every now and then. She watched it over the summer and I-I watched it with her one weekend while my dad was out of town and-and I was hooked!" Craig leaned against the counter, chuckling.

"I remember my mom watching it while I was in middle school. It seems so long ago, but now I'm almost as old as some of these characters, and that freaks me out." Tweek laughed a bit, noticing his outfit choice. It was warmer today, so he had on a black polo and jeans with boat shoes. Good choice. Tweek had to stop himself from staring at Craig's arms, because god damn they were beautiful. Tweek doesn't expect any less than beautiful when it comes to Craig. He stopped suddenly, noticing something on his right bicep.

"What's on your arm?" He asked, furrowing his brows. Craig blinked, then smiled.

"Oh!" He rolled up the short sleeve to show off his right arm, Tweek blinking when he saw it. A tattoo with beautiful blues and greens and yellows sat on his arm, Tweek realizing what it was: Starry Night. The moon sat beautifully by his shoulder, flecks of orange surrounding it. Surprisingly, it did look like paint was on his arm, and Tweek was flabbergasted. "I got this for my twenty second birthday as a celebration for graduating college. I've always been a huge fan of space and Van Gogh, so I figured this was the perfect tattoo to commemorate two of my favorite things." Van Gogh. Space. Remember this, Tweek. The blonde grinned slowly, slowly reaching a hand out.

"Can I?" He asked, Craig nodding. He ran his fingers gently over the ink, the line work so beautiful and paint like, he half expected to see paint on his hand when he pulled it away. "I've always been a fan of Starry Night." He admitted, and it wasn't a lie.

"Yeah?"

"I just…I've struggled with my own shit, just like Van Gogh. I'm assuming you know about his life if you have his work tattooed on you, but I've always found him interesting. It's so sad. He never got to see how famous his work would really be." Tweek let out a sigh, pulling his hand away from Craig's arm. Craig hummed, tugging his sleeve back down.

"That's something I've been meaning to mention," Tweek blinked, watching Craig's jaw work as he figured out what he wanted to say. "Because I'm your professor…I know what students are registered with the disabilities resource office," Tweek felt his face heat up. "So…because I trust you…I want you to text me whenever you need to, okay? I've seen what panic attacks can do to people, and I want you to feel comfortable enough with me that you can tell me if you feel like you're going to have one, alright, Tweek?" Tweek stared at him for a moment, opening his mouth but no words came out. No professor has ever reached out to him like this about his panic attacks, and the fact Craig was made Tweek feel so important.

"I…thank you, Craig…that…really means a lot to me." He breathed out, smiling weakly at him. Craig smiled back at him, pushing up off the counter.

"I want to try this hazelnut coffee of yours you mentioned." Tweek blinked, remembering that he was at work.

"Large with a splash of cream?"

"You know it, kid," Tweek hummed, standing up and going to the coffee dispenser that had the hazelnut blend in it. He felt relaxed, despite having Craig walk in while a sex scene was playing loudly, but Tweek felt good. Humming quietly to himself as he prepared the coffee, he snapped the lid on and slid on a sleeve, sliding it over to Craig. He handed him a five, as he always does. "Keep the change." Tweek blinked, blushing a bit.

"Oh! Thanks." He said with a smile, sticking the five in the register and dropping the change in the tip jar. Craig glanced at his phone, humming as he sipped the coffee.

"What time you work 'til?"

"Nine, as usual." Tweek sighed, blinking as his stomach growled. Craig raised an eyebrow with an amused smirk on his face.

"You hungry?"

"I…yeah. I forgot to grab food before leaving. I was doing homework and lost track of time and didn't have time to make dinner." Craig hummed in thought, pushing up off the counter.

"What do you want?"

"Excuse me?"

"What're you hungry for?"

"You're not being serious, are you?" Craig smirked, tugging his phone out.

"We'll order food. Come on, what's something you've wanted but haven't had for a long time?" Tweek blushed, thinking a moment.

"McDonald's." Craig let out a laugh, the kind that makes his face light up and Tweek feel weightless.

"Seriously?!"

"I haven't had McDonald's since I was fifteen." He admitted, Craig's mouth falling open.

"Oh, we're getting fucking McDonald's then. What do you want?" He started typing on his phone.

"Nuggets and fries."

"Nuggets?"

"Well, if you're gonna call me kid, I'm gonna eat like one." Craig snorted.

"Touché, kid."


After they ordered their food, Craig sat down after deciding to send some emails while Tweek continued to watch Sex and the City (with headphones this time). Only one person came in, and it was to use the restroom. Tweek sighed, slouching against his hand as he doodled on the front of his notebook while watching his show. He gave the man that came in a soft smile as he left and looked back down, continuing his drawing. Craig, however, kept steeling glances at the blonde behind the counter. It made him sad to know such talent was being wasted at this shop. Because of the reputation it has, no one knows about Tweek's coffee, and that makes him sad. Well, it's also nice because it's like his own little haven to come to. Haven. He turned his attention back to his laptop, rubbing his eyes under his glasses to calm his racing head. Okay, so he wouldn't lie and say he didn't find his student attractive. From the moment he first spoke, Craig knew he was something special, and his point has continued to be proven correct the more he hangs around Tweek. Running the tip of his tongue over his top lip as he rubbed his eyes, Craig thought to himself. Okay. Pros and Cons. Pro: he's super cute. He doesn't treat you like other guys have in the past. He makes really good coffee and has been so kind to offer to bring you some each class. Cons: nine years younger. Student. Student. Shaking his head, Craig let out a sigh, dragging his hands down his face. He couldn't get wrapped up in this shit right now. He stole one last look at the blonde behind the counter, blinking when he saw Tweek's head quickly turning back to his laptop. He was staring at you. Craig turned his attention back to his own laptop, leaning forward onto his hands. He did that so he could hide the dumb smile crawling across his face. He jumped a bit as his phone buzzed by his arm, a number he didn't recognize popping up. Food. Tweek watched Craig stand and walk outside, answering his phone. He hummed, knowing that was their food. Sure enough, Craig came back in with their food, Tweek clasping his hands together.

"Fucking finally!" He grinned, shutting his laptop and walking around from behind the counter. Craig laughed softly, setting his food across from his spot at his table. Tweek sat in the chair opposite him, happily digging into the well needed food. They sat silent for a while, both too hungry to stop eating. Finally, as he sipped at his soda, Tweek looked up from his food. "What're your plans for tonight?" Craig looked up from his own food, sticking a French fry in his mouth.

"I think my friends and I are going to a bar."

"Ah, to be of legal age to drink." Tweek sighed, sitting cross legged in his chair. Craig chuckled, sipping at his lemonade.

"Two more months, kid, two more months." He reminded him, Tweek smiling a bit.

"What bar, might I ask?"

"There's one not too far from here called Paddy's. It's the cheesiest place ever but they have good prices." Tweek grinned slowly.

"I've been there! We moved into our apartment at the beginning of August and Stan, Wendy, and Kyle wanted to go. They snuck me in through the bathroom window." He laughed, Craig snorting.

"A kid like you doesn't have a fake?"

"I'm not that much into drinking. Sure, it's fun to get drunk, but I'm not doing it every weekend like some of my friends." Craig nodded, sipping his drink again.

"Understandable," He thought a moment. "How'd the rest of that night go?"

"It was…fine? Wendy would slide me drinks every now and then, but I wasn't in the mood to get plastered. I was a little tipsy, but Stan was off the fucking wall. As was Kyle. This was the first time they were able to officially go to a bar, so they went a little over board. They had only turned twenty one a few days prior to moving in, so they didn't get the chance to go to a bar to drink since they were busy packing. Wendy and I were up all night taking care of them.

"You really care about them, don't you?" Tweek blinked, not expecting the question.

"Well, of course! They're like my brothers and sister. I'm an only child, so I-I never had the experience of having a sibling to hang out with…I imagine that this is what it's like." Craig smiled a bit.

"It's not far from what having a sibling is like," He twirled his French fry around his dipping sauce. "My sister, Tricia, is three years younger than me. We fought so much when I was in my teens. But…by the time we were both in high school, things settled down, and we started hanging out more and more. Now she's married and five months pregnant, so I'm gonna be an uncle with grandpa tendencies." Tweek let out a laugh, but smiled.

"That's so sweet, though! Congrats on becoming an uncle." Craig smiled, eating the French fry he had been playing with.

"Thanks, kid."

"Is it a boy or girl?"

"Girl. She's gonna be as headstrong as her mother, so I'm interested to see how my sister handles this." Tweek smiled, twirling his straw around his soda.

"I'm kind of bummed I'll never be an uncle, but who knows, maybe I'll be an honorary uncle to Wendy's child. She's an only child as well, so it works out." Craig smiled at his optimism.

"That's some good thinking, Tweek." Tweek's stomach flipped at the sound of his name, not used to hearing it come out of Craig's mouth. It was kind of nice to hear it every now and then. He glanced at the time on his phone. 7:37.

"You should get going if you're going to a bar." He teased, Craig smirking.

"Yeah, you're probably right." He gathered up his trash and tossed it in the trashcan behind Tweek, stuffing his laptop into his bag and tugging out a cigarette. Tweek hummed as he watched him.

"How long have you been smoking?" Craig looked up, smirking.

"You sound like my mother when she first saw me smoking," Tweek's cheeks turned a light pink, but Craig smiled. "Since I was twenty. I don't do it as often anymore. I used to go through a pack every other day, but now I only smoke around three to four times every few days. I'm trying to slowly quit."

"Realized they're bad for you after ten years?" Craig snorted, twirling the cigarette between his fingers.

"Well, there's that. I also had a cancer scare about four years ago." Tweek choked on his soda, coughing after he managed to swallow it.

"You what?!" Craig let out a soft laugh, running a hand through his hair.

"I was having chest pains on my left side, which I thought was weird because I've never had chest pains before, even after smoking for six years at that point. So, I went to the doctor because my dad has a history or heart problems on his side of the family. I walked in and told them what was going on. They did an X-ray of my chest and sure enough," He lifted his arm up, pointing with his other hand to a spot on his side by his heart. "There was a tumor in the muscle." Tweek blinked, his heart dropping to his stomach.

"Well, was it cancerous?"

"Thankfully, no, but I spent four weeks wondering if that was it. I didn't know if I would have another fifty or sixty years ahead of me or another fifty to sixty weeks. Once I got the call telling me it was benign, I knew I had to start living life a little more, ya know? I kept thinking of the "what if's" and the "why didn't I's" during that time as well. So, before I decided I really needed to find a full time job, I did some traveling by myself for a few months through Europe. I realized that I can't hold myself back anymore." Tweek smiled a bit at that, humming.

"That's some pretty deep shit." Craig let out a soft laugh, rummaging through his bag and holding out his thermos to Tweek.

"It's cleaned already." Tweek smiled, taking it.

"Some hazelnut coffee will be greeting you on Tuesday, then." Craig chuckled, tucking the cigarette between his lips. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed Tweek's chin gently, tilting his chin up to look at him with a smirk.

"Get home safe, kid," He said around the cigarette, a trait Tweek has come to grow fond of, before letting his hand fall and heading out the door. Tweek stared at the spot Craig was previously standing at, his heart pounding in his ears. As Craig walked down the street, cigarette lit between his lips, he thought back to what he said.

"So before I decided I really needed to find a full time job, I did some traveling by myself for a few months through Europe. I realized that I can't hold myself back anymore." Chuckling to himself, he exhaled with an exasperated sigh and a look of thoughtfulness on his face. He stopped walking once he was a few blocks away, tilting his head up to look at the stars that were starting to paint the night sky. With a soft hum and a shake of his head, Craig smirked as he stuck the cigarette back in his mouth, speaking around it once more. "Start taking your own damn advice, you fucking idiot."


NOTE: I have been writing for about five hours now, and I don't regret it at all. I'm so glad you're all enjoying this story as much as I am! I love reading all your comments and seeing how thirsty ya'll are for my Craig (don't worry, I'm a lil thirty for him as well). Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and, as always, any and all feedback is appreciated!