The young man sat trembling against the door looking around the apartment he invaded. He was now in a place he didn't belong in. "What if he doesn't live here anymore? What if he does but gets mad I intruded?" The more thoughts that flooded his head, the more he trembled. "What if he thinks I'm a criminal and shoots me?!" "Oh God!" He buried his head and started tugging at his matted hair, tears trickling down his cheeks, silently sobbing, unable to control his anxious thoughts anymore.
He couldn't believe his eyes. This guy couldn't be his Tweek. His Tweek would never walk into someone's house, as far as he knew, but then again it had been years. The more he studied the man, the more he realized that it really was Tweek. What little clothes he had were rumpled, matching his matted wild hair, and he was fairly small for his age. He was also having a Tweek attack, as they used to call it, which to others, would probably be considered going insane. Though all the physical and mental signs matched up to the Tweek he used to know, he still couldn't believe it was him. He took a few steps toward the small blonde boy. "...Tweek?"
The blonde's head popped up as soon as he heard his name from the familiar voice. His eyes widened. It really was him! His friend still lived here and seemed to still be the same chullo wearing emotionless black haired boy! As far as Tweek could tell he hadn't changed much. His muscles were more defined, his hair mostly hidden by that deep blue chullo but with some clumps sticking out here and there. Tweek allowed his hands to fall to his side in amaze and relief. "C-Craig, that's really you, r-right?"
Craig quickly went to Tweek and knelt beside him, hesitantly resting a hand on the young man's shoulder. "Hey, calm down. You're fine. It really is me." Standing back up, he held a hand out to the guy. It felt odd not doing much for the blonde, he had always felt protective over the guy, but then again, this may not be the same Tweek he used to know. Once the other finally grasped Craig's hand, he helped him up. The black haired man was still in a daze as they moved from his front door to his couch. He sat the young man down and just looked at him. Once he realized that the blonde was soon looking away uncomfortably, he snapped out of it enough to start asking questions. "Why are you here?"
Tweek was glad that he had positive human contact for once, but he couldn't help but remember how comforting Craig used to be. As soon as Craig reassured Tweek it was really him, the twitchy blonde started to tear up again, which in turn made Craig stand. Tweek looked at his hand and back to him. Assuming it was too much to expect things to go back the way they were, the blonde slowly reached for the other's hand. He sat on the couch, glad he wasn't on an old floor anymore, but the way Craig was looking at him had him wishing that he was back on the floor. Then the question."I-I..." He started but soon realizing that he didn't have a legit reason as to why he came. Not knowing how to respond, he started playing with his hands. He looked up at Craig with his mouth open and slightly trembling as if he were looking for words.
Craig knew Tweek well enough that he knew his mouth hanging open like that either meant that one, he didn't know what to say, or two, this was going to be a long conversation... or both. He decided to prolong this. "You think this over, I'll go get us some coffee." He turned and walked toward the kitchen, before reaching the entrance, he turned back to Tweek. "A cup of cream?" Tweek smiled and nodded. On the confirmation Craig turned back around to brew the coffee.