"Babe, what are you doing? Raiding our kitchen? Do you need help?" Craig stood in the doorway, watching Tweek rummage around.

"I'm washing the pot and my mug," he answered over his shoulder.

"Oh, thanks, man." Craig leaned against the door frame. "You don't have to, though. I'm on dish duty this week."

"I don't mind." Tweek was facing away from him, his hands in the sink, scrubbing away at the dishes already gathered by the counter. "It's relaxing."

Craig walked over, but kept a few steps back. "Hmn, I didn't know it was possible to like that stuff."

"Don't you have a laundry fetish?" Tweek asked, looking over his shoulder and grinning playfully at him.

Craig, caught off guard, felt his face grow hot in embarrassment. "I-It's not a fetish. I just really like the smell and feel of clean clothes." He crossed his arms.

"Mhmm, whatever it takes to help you sleep at night," he said, turning back to the soapy water.

Craig made a protesting noise. "I promise! It's not a fetish! Tweek!" He waved his arms, a bit agitated, without Tweek actually being able to really see it.

Tweek nodded, smiling brightly as he moved a few dishes over to rinse. "Of course not," he said pleasantly.

Craig groaned and let his head drop. He hopped up to sit on the counter behind Tweek, deciding it was time to change the subject. "How are you? Are you sure you should be standing this much and doing stuff?"

"I'm okay, Craig," he said, looking up at him. "For real this time. If I need to stop, I promise I will."

Craig nodded, smiling back, getting lost in thought again. Tweek having to look up at him was nothing new but this was a new angle and it made him happy for some reason. He frowned as realization dawned on him.

"I am so gay."

Tweek blinked, then put a wet hand on his knee. "Craig," he said, "I hate to break this to you, but you're dating a guy."

Craig's gaze flicked to Tweek's hand and then back to his face. "Yeah, I am. Hah." He grinned, still looking baffled. "I thought I might be bi or something. But, I don't think I ever actually liked girls."

Tweek laughed. "Other than that one time I felt like I had to pretend to be interested in Bebe, I've never cared about girls." He paused for a moment. "Though to be fair, I didn't care about boys either."

He leaned forward to rest his forehead on Tweek's hair. "I think you had other things to worry about. Still have probably? I'm surprised you find the energy to l-love someone on top of the roller coaster your life has to be."

Tweek laughed nervously, running his fingers through his hair around Craig's face. "Most of that wild ride is self imposed."

"Hush." Craig wanted to make a comment about his parents but he felt it would pull the relaxed mood down and he didn't want Tweek to stress right now. He took the hand Tweek had in his hair and kissed it before continuing to hold it.

Tweek blushed at the kiss "I need my hand back," he said, making no effort to move.

"No," Craig replied simply. "You lost it. It's my hand now."

"Oh, gosh, whatever should I do?" Tweek said, tapping his chin with his free hand.

"Hmn, gain it back through favor?" Craig said and suddenly felt reminded of their childhood days out playing their fantasy adventure.

"Hmm, I could do that," Tweek agreed, then grinned. "Or, I could do this."

He moved forward, his free hand hitting Craig's chest. This, combined with his captured hand moving back, knocked the boy back, and the next thing he knew, Tweek had flipped him off the counter and onto the floor, supporting his weight on the way down as to not hurt him. Now, he was on his stomach, Tweek straddling his back, their hands still joined.

"Oof!" Craig really should have expected it after the move on the sofa, but he didn't and so, once more, he ended up surprised, on the ground, and between Tweek's legs. He didn't need as much time to process it as before, ending up being hyper aware of their position and how quickly this could become awkward and also how entirely overwhelmed and at Tweek's mercy he was. Which got him back to the turned on problem and made him realize this might be an actual thing he... liked...

He pushed that thought as far back as he could in record time. He chuckled nervously, voice dull from speaking against the floor and heart racing with adrenaline. "Or you could do that, yes..."

Tweek laughed and got up, pulling him to his feet.

Craig felt his legs shake as he put weight on them. His eyes were still wide from the shock and he needed to lean on Tweek to gather his bearings. "I don't know why I'm surprised," he huffed, realizing he sort of missed Tweek's weight on him. He started scratching his neck in nervously.

"What, that I could bring you down, or that I've now pinned you twice?" he teased, having no clue as to Craig's dilemma.

"Both. Neither. Hmn." Craig frowned, leaning over Tweek and getting closer into his face. He couldn't tell if he was actively trying to tease him or if he was legitimately innocent on that case.

Tweek flushed and his eyes widened at the closeness. Definitely innocent.

"Incredible..." Craig muttered like a scientist studying his newest project and realizing it was something else than expected. "You're too sweet for your own good." He leaned back, but decided halfway to kiss his cheek. "Pure."

Tweek squealed, blubbering in surprise. "W-What does that mean?"

Craig made a vague noise that didn't answer anything. "Don't worry about it, you'll probably understand eventually and it'll make me look weird."

At a loss, Tweek let it go, not knowing what else to do. He finished the dishes, setting them in the rack to dry.

"So... Want to play stuff or rather watch a movie?" Craig stretched, still a bit stiff from Tweek throwing him off the counter.

"I can watch you play something," Tweek suggested, picking at the ruined band aids on his fingers to take them off.

"Hm, like old times?" he asked, grinning and feeling nostalgia hit hard.

He nodded. "Yeah, exactly like that." He tossed the plastic strips into the trash, hiding his hands under his arms. "Can I have some band aids?"

Craig nodded. "How many do you need?"

"Uh..." Tweek counted quickly in his head. "Fifteen should work."

Craig, already on his way to the bathroom where they kept medicine and the first aid kit, looked back in surprise. "Fifteen?! What happened to your fingers?"

Tweek bit his lip, then sighed and walked over. He held out his hands, showing his boyfriend the cuts criss-crossing his fingers and the backs of his hands.

"Dad says I'm clumsy, and trying to prove him wrong always proves him right," he said lowly. "Usually I get cut chopping up stuff." He pointed to a particularly nasty looking cut on his left index finger. "This one got caught in the grinder. I pulled my hand back before it did anything too bad though."

Craig frowned. He carefully took Tweek's hands in his to inspect the cuts closer. "That sounds painful. But what has that to do with your father? Does he make you prove it or something?"

"It doesn't really have anything to do with him," Tweek said with a small shrug. "He just tells me he can't rely on me since I'll just get hurt, so I do the thing anyway and I get hurt."

He nodded. "Well, let's get you patched up then." Craig grinned a bit awkwardly. "I kind of thought the band aids were for fun. Like some people do it because it 'looks cute'." He opened the medicine box and dug around.

Tweek looked confused at this. "People do that?" he asked. "Why? It's a massive pain; they're constantly in the way, everything I hold feels weird, and I have to replace them all the time. It seems like a waste." He looked down at his mangled hands. "Band aids being cute isn't something I'd think I'd hear."

Craig shrugged. "No idea why. It seems to be a trend. I just thought you were in on it." He pulled the box down from the shelf. "Speaking of cute, we don't have a lot of normal ones left but we do have some Tricia really wanted back when she was nine. I hope you don't mind kittens and stars on your fingers."

"I don't mind. I prefer them to regular ones. When I have to take them off, I feel like I'm tearing off my skin," he said, shuddering.

Craig nodded and put the neutral ones back. "That makes it easier then." Getting the decorated bandages, Tweek tore them open, wrapping them around his fingers and over his hands expertly.

Craig watched him put them on himself, impressed. "Are you ambidextrous? Or is that just from the band aid experience you had before? That's impressive."

He blushed lightly, looking at his hands. "Ambidextrous. It's just easier to use my right hand more often."

Craig grinned, looking a bit like an excited kid. "Woah! Can you multitask then? Do different things with each hand? That is so cool." He held up both of Tweek's hands and looked at them as if he was searching for something but let them drop again quickly to look back at his boyfriend, who couldn't help but giggle. Craig was so cute when he was curious.

"Kind of. I have to focus really hard though," he said. "If I get distracted, my hands will switch or they'll both start doing the same thing."

"Cooool," Craig mumbled, stretching the o. "As a kid I always wanted to be able to do that. Clyde and me used to play fight with sticks and we'd try switching hands and it was the most hilarious shit until he got one in the eye. Mom got super mad at me for being so irresponsible." He sheepishly pulled his shoulders up and grinned. "I feel more like watching something. You good with that?"

"Whatever you want to do is fine. I'm just glad I'm not alone."

Craig grinned. "Great. Any preferences?"

"Uh... Half Life two?"

"Oh, a let's play?" Craig looked at him with interest, already making his way to the stairs.

"It's whatever you want, man, I can't pick! That's way too much pressure!"

Craig smiled reassuringly. "No, it's fine. I was just surprised you still liked them."

"I-It's easier... I can listen to it while building stuff. Nng, I kinda wish I had my Legos."

"I'd offer you mine but we put them in the attic forever ago and there is no way I'm going in. There's some spooky fucking shit happening up there. Not that that's unusual in South Park." He opened the door to his room. "Tricia has those wooden blocks, though. If you want, I can get them."

"Won't she be mad?" Tweek asked worriedly. "We didn't get permission."

Craig shook his head. "She takes my stuff all the time. We have that unspoken truce about it."

"If you're sure..." He followed him hesitantly, tiptoeing as though afraid of even putting his weight into her room.

Craig grinned. "If you feel safer, you can wait in my room so it'll only be me she'd be angry at. Don't worry."

He looked relieved, and bolted back to the safety of the hall. Craig snorted and quickly grabbed the bag with the blocks. He sauntered down the hall to his room and dumped the bag on the floor, switching on his television and PlayStation. Tweek followed, settling on the ground and beginning to sort the blocks by shape as Craig opened YouTube and selected a video. "You ready?"

Tweek nodded. "I really appreciate you doing this for me."

"I mean, you're welcome, but I wanted to watch something too." He smiled and pressed start, watching Tweek instead of the screen. Tweek didn't notice, his focus going into playing with the blocks scattered in small piles around him.

"Why do you sort them?" Craig asked after a while, the YouTuber chattering about the game in the background.

"So I don't have to search through them all for the one I want," he answered, stacking a few. Craig nodded and turned his attention to the television. Tweek found himself relaxing, the repetitive motions and background sounds a huge comfort.

The main character, Gordon, was exploring the ruins of a city when Craig's gaze flicked back to Tweek. He looked happy and at peace, and Craig wished that everyone could see Tweek the way he had seen him in the past few days, minus the being sick. But, then again, he didn't want to share this side of Tweek with anyone. Thinking of more people wanting to befriend his boyfriend made him feel weird and nervous. It might be selfish, but Craig shrugged it off. Everyone was selfish. As long as he didn't act on it, he would be fine. He continued to watch Tweek, turning his head only slightly as to not disturb him with the movement.

He was so pretty.

The thought was odd and it made him feel girly to think , but he knew that was just some weird standard set by society. Guys could be pretty and beautiful. And other guys could think so about them.

Nothing wrong with that.

And Craig really didn't understand how Tweek had never been told so before.

Sure, the way his blond hair stood up in all directions seemed a bit chaotic, but it fit and he knew from experience it was really soft and healthy. The other might twitch and shriek and make weird noises, but everybody had ticks, usually just not as noticeable, and some of the noises even sounded cute, although he wouldn't say that outloud in fear of making Tweek think he didn't know how exhausting these things were to Tweek himself.

Craig rested his head on his palm, absentmindedly chewing on his bottom lip. The past few days had gone by in a rush but Craig was sure he made the right decisions. They hadn't been together for long but they had known each other for forever, and Craig had always liked Tweek in a different way from the rest. Maybe the guys were right and he had been crushing on him since they were small.

Tweek moved to put the top on the tower he had crafted, but his hand spasmed, hitting it and causing the entire structure to collapse. He stared at the mess in mild disappointment, then sighed heavily, letting go of the piece still in his hand as he shook his head. "Typical."

"Still cool, though," Craig commented. "You're good at building things." The Gordon onscreen was now in a desert-like area.

"I like Legos better since they don't fall apart." He fell back, his arms out to either side as he stared up at the ceiling. "Craig?" he asked in the quiet. "What's it like to be you?"

Craig was caught off guard by the question. "What?"

Tweek tilted his head back to look up at him. "What's it like to be you?" he repeated. "The stoic Craig Tucker, unphased by anything, calm in all situations, and not caring about what others think."

Craig cracked a small smile. "It's super cool. I'm the best person ever and nothing hurts me. I swear I'm invincible." His smile faltered soon after, and he turned towards the television. "The only thing that's right is that I don't care what people that aren't close to me think. I don't want my friends to think I'm a total douche, of course, but the rest can go fuck themselves. I do what I like, it's none of their business and from what I understand, that mindset spares me from a lot of things." He scratched his cheek. "But I'm not unphased by everything. I do care a bit too much about friends and family and my guinea pigs for it to be healthy, probably."

He lay back on his bed. "I don't know how to tell you what it's like to be me." He hummed in thought. "I guess I like it. I feel mostly good about myself."

Tweek nodded at this. It made sense, Craig was amazing. He wondered what it felt like to have confidence.

"It's still amazing to me that you like me, though," Craig told the ceiling softly.

"What's not to like about you?" he murmured back. "You're amazing in every possible way."

Craig grinned happily. "Get your ass up here so I can hug you for saying things like that."

"You want to give me a hug, you gotta come to me," Tweek said, sticking out his tongue playfully.

He groaned and rolled closer to the edge of the bed. "But I'm lazy."

"And I'm sick."

Craig huffed and slid from the bed, crawling over to Tweek, poking him in the side where he had found out that he was ticklish and then laid down putting his arm around him lazily. "Urgh," he mumbled.

Tweek squealed, glaring at him from the poke. He wiggled out from under his arm, sitting up on his knees over him. "Oh, you think you can pull a move like that and have no repercussions?" he asked, his voice low.

Craig pulled up his shoulders, grinning despite the way his heart sped up. Maybe he'd get used to Tweek doing things like that eventually. "Can I?"

"Nope." Tweek quickly climbed onto him, sitting on Craig's stomach. "I gotta retaliate, Craig, I can't allow an attack to go unanswered."

Craig hummed questioningly, feeling his face grow redder with every second Tweek was sitting on top of him. He was almost impressed by how Tweek hadn't noticed yet and he was even more surprised by how he kept doing this without seemingly viewing it as something more intimate than their usual contact. He swallowed another noise besides the hum, not trusting himself to speak. Tweek's weight felt nice and Craig didn't want to push him off or scare him so he just kept feeling hot all over and kept his grin up.

Tweek grinned. "Tucker, did you forget I know your own weakness?"

Craig frowned, confused, and swallowed before speaking to stabilize his voice. "Weakness?" It came out more than a little breathless, but at least he wasn't stuttering.

He put his hands on Craig's chest lightly which made Craig realize how warm his hands were as they radiated heat even with only light touching. "Yup," he said, popping the 'p'.

"And what would that b-be, huh?" There was no way he would survive this or anything that came after, but he was curious, and a bit selfish, and this felt good.

"Your neck is sensitive," he said, his hands moving up and allowing his fingers to ghost over the exposed skin.

Craig pulled in a breath loudly, almost squeaking himself. "T-Tweek!" he yelped when the fingers touched his skin. Craig's hand shot up to his mouth to cover it.

Tweek grinned. "What, did I do something?" he asked lightly, continuing the motion.

"You won! I won't tickle you again, I promise!" he mumbled into his palm.

"Yes! I win!" he laughed brightly, throwing his arms in the air victoriously. They fell back down on Craig's chest as he looked down at him, a happy smile on his face, his wild hair bouncing from the movement.

Craig made a soft "Oompf" noise and brought his other hand up to cover the rest of his face.

"For fucks sake, Tweek..." he whined. "Stop being so god damn adorable."

"Can't stop something that isn't happening," he said, getting to his feet and freeing his prisoner.

Craig just stayed on the ground, face still covered. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and listened to his slowing heartbeat. When it wasn't drumming in his ears anymore, he dared to start breathing normally again, and sheepishly wiped some of the sweat from his temple.

"Hey, are you alright?" Tweek asked nervously, looking down at him. "You look flushed."

Craig chuckled, just as nervously. "I kind of am, babe. Don't worry, though. It's not bad."

Tweek looked confused. "Do you not feel good? Oh no, did I get you sick?"

Craig snorted, peeking through his fingers at Tweek. "No! I feel... pretty good. It's kind of an awkward good, though. Uh, yeah. I don't want to weird you out with this."

"Uh... okay, I guess?" He turned back to the blocks on the floor and sat down, pushing them all back into a big pile.

Craig took a few moments more before sitting up and scooting up to the spot next to Tweek, where he put his chin on his shoulder. "What are you gonna do with those now?"

"Probably nothing," he said. "May just move 'em around a bit. Don't feel like making anything since my tower broke."

"Pity." Craig gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling his head back. "I have no idea what's happening there," he said, looking at the screen.

Tweek grunted and blushed at the kiss, letting out a soft huff. "I don't either," he said, finally looking up at the video.

Craig snorted, folding his legs under him. He didn't want to get back into bed, preferring to stay next to his boyfriend. Looking between Tweek and the blocks, he thought about a way to do what he wanted to, then decided on being quick with it. Craig checked to be sure everything was back to normal with his body and when he saw it was, he grabbed Tweek by the hips and pulled him onto his lap in a smooth motion. Tweek squeaked and turned red, glancing over his shoulder at him, grabbing Craig's arms in surprise.

"Better." Craig looked back at him, face neutral and eyebrows raised questioningly as if nothing had happened. He pulled him as close as possible without it being uncomfortable, internally sighing in contentment. Tweek was stiff for a few seconds from shock, but Craig felt as his body slowly relaxed and he allowed himself to lean back against him.

Craig smiled, looking ahead to the screen and resting his head on Tweek's. They didn't move for a while, just watching the happenings of the game before Craig said to the other, "Stay again tonight."

Tweek was quite comfortable laying against his boyfriend's chest, having to work at keeping himself awake, leaving no energy to argue. "Okay," he murmured easily.

Laura came up to check on them when she got home, knocking lightly before opening the door. She smiled upon seeing them curled together. "Feeling better, sweetheart?" she asked, looking at Tweek.

He nodded slightly. "Yes, ma'am, thank you."

"You can call me 'Laura', hon," she chuckled. "Dinner will be ready in a couple hours, boys. I'm making shredded chicken and mashed potatoes."

Tweek wasn't sure what to say. He could hardly decline after how sweet the Tuckers had been to him, but he also didn't want to offend her by not eating much.

"Awesome." Craig grinned at the thought of the food, already excited. "That sounds like a lot, though. Can Tweek stomach that with being sick and all?"

"Oh, don't worry, sweetie," she said. "Just eat however much you can handle."

Craig nodded. "Are Tricia and Dad gonna eat with us, too, or are they going to be out la-" Craig was halfway through his sentence when Tricia interrupted him from her own room.

"I've been back for almost an hour now, you numbnut!" she called over and Craig rolled his eyes.

"I must be deaf towards assholes then," he said and somehow he could feel Tricia roll her eyes back.

"Nope, you were just too occupied with cuddling your sick puppy to notice!"

Craig looked quickly at his mother, uncomfortable and slightly anxious about her reaction to that, but yelled "Fuck off!" back and stuck out his middle finger in the direction of her room, all the while still holding Tweek against himself with the other arm.

"Tricia, you be polite to guests," Laura scolded. "Leave your brother and his friend be now." Tweek was staring at the ground, grunting in discomfort.

"Fiiiine, mom."

Craig grinned, gently curling his fingers against Tweek's stomach to show him it was alright. "Will Dad be home for dinner?"

"He should be, but not until right before. He had to work late," Laura said. "Alright, you two, see you soon." She shut the door as she left, letting them be.

When the door clicked, Tweek made a distressed sound. He wigged free of Craig's arms and began to pace, his fingers tangling in his hair. He hadn't even gotten use to the idea of dating yet, and now he was going to have to eat dinner with Craig's family?! How was he supposed to do that?! What was he supposed to do, how was he supposed to act?!

What was a normal family dinner like? Did he sit at the table and wait, or did he get his own food? Should he make conversation or be quiet? Maybe it wasn't too late to change his mind; maybe he could still escape!

Craig watched him for a second before slowly getting up and letting his hand hover over Tweek's shoulder without touching him. "Is contact alright at the moment?" he asked trying to make eye contact.

Tweek grunted and twitched, shaking his head and avoiding looking at his face.

He stepped back a bit to leave Tweek his space. "Listen, if this is too much, we can say you're not feeling well enough to eat downstairs. We can be a handful, they'll understand. My family is chill. They won't mind." Craig relaxed his stance, hoping Tweek might unconsciously copy it or feel a bit safer. "You should sleep some more anyways. We can nap some and later when dinner's ready, you can stay here."

It got him to stop pacing at least, and he finally looked at Craig, his eyes wide and fearful. "Okay," he pushed out.

Craig stretched his hand out and Tweek took it. They sat down on the bed, then Craig let himself fall back into his pillows, pulling him along. Tweek hesitantly curled into him, hiding his face in Craig's shirt as the other started rubbing soothing circles into his back.

"Want to talk about it?" he asked, combing through Tweek's unruly mane with his free hand.

"Hhh, what am I supposed to do?" he asked. "I haven't even eaten with my own parents since like fifth grade!"

"Well, usually you sit down and eat. We don't pray before having food or anything so you're good to go. My parents might ask you a few questions or talk about their day, but usually it's mostly quiet. If there is conversation, it's usually Tricia leading it. I don't talk much at dinner, either." He stopped drawing circles and went to actually massaging at Tweek's tenseness.

It helped, getting him to relax a bit. "Okay," he sighed. "Okay. I can do this."

"You don't have to. You can stay in here or go upstairs early," Craig murmured, voice low on purpose to not disturb the calm.

"I-I can try," he said. "It would be rude to not at least attempt to be polite."

Craig nodded, slinging his arm around Tweek and holding him. "Okay, then. I'll try to make sure they won't focus on you, too much." He nuzzled his nose into his hair, smiling.

"Thanks, Craig," he sighed, letting his eyes close.

Craig hummed, not sleepy, but feeling calmer with every second. "After these two days, I hope you're okay with PDA, because you're not getting rid of me anymore," he mumbled into his hair.

"Who said I wanted you gone?" Tweek murmured back. "Just don't overdo it."

"How far is 'overdoing it'?" Craig stretched and positioned himself so that his legs were over Tweek's. Tweek didn't mind. It was oddly comforting, like having a blanket made out of his boyfriend.

"Uh, I don't know. I'm not really used to it though, so just be ready for if I say something," he said.

Craig nodded. "Always ready to stop if you say so." He tapped a rhythm with his fingers onto Tweek's spine and went lower until he rested them on his hips, careful not to actually tickle him this time, making Tweek hum softly in satisfaction.

Craig let his thoughts drift for a while, running his thumb up and down but stopping the tapping. After a while, he started talking again, playing with the hem of Tweek's shirt, brushing his skin every now and then.

"If you could just leave South Park without consequences and worries, where would you want to go?" His voice was low but he was obviously curious.

"Mmm... Italy," Tweek answered in a whisper, sounding half asleep. "Lots of coffee and... mountains... I love mountains..."

"Mountains are nice as long as they aren't these," Craig agreed. He noticed where his fingers were and pulled Tweek's shirt hem back down, but kept his hands on his hips.

"You don't gotta stop," he murmured. "Felt nice."

Craig felt a bit caught but sheepishly stuck his fingers back under Tweek's shirt, carefully moving his fingers. It felt nice, his skin was surprisingly soft. He only realized he had held his breath for a moment when he released it.

Tweek looked up at him sleepily. "You okay?"

He pressed a kiss to his nose. "I'm fine. A little dazed maybe."

"Why?"

Craig thought about what to say, turning a little red from embarrassment. "I'm just confused and sort of honored that I can just touch you and you let me do it. I know that you're usually not that big on being touched and I don't understand what makes you feel like I'm different." He looked away, pulling a weird face.

Tweek blinked, then sat up, leaning on his elbow and looking down at Craig. "I don't really know why either," he admitted. "But you make me feel... safe." He blushed lightly. "I trust you to touch me because I know you respect my boundaries and if I tell you to stop, you will, no questions asked. And I know you would never purposefully hurt me either."

He got up on his knees, pulling at his fingers nervously. "You're quiet and strong. You care about me without expecting anything back."

Craig gave him a loopy grin and sat up as well, Tweek's words made him feel lighter. "Thanks." He rubbed his neck. "Feels kind of good to hear that. I haven't been the nicest guy and I don't think any of my former... relationships saw me like you do."

"Then they're stupid," Tweek said in a rush, too embarrassed to look him in the eye as he spoke. "And they missed out."

Craig chuckled. "You're cute." He wished he could kiss him. Craig ducked down to look at his face better and Tweek smiled crookedly, tugging shyly at his hair.

"You get close to my face a lot," he observed.

Craig made a funny face before answering. "I like being close to you. And I really uh..." He had already told Tweek he wanted to kiss him in the morning. This wasn't much different, so why did he hesitate to say it again? "Mn, and you're pretty." He bit his cheek a bit in frustration.

Maybe he should just ask him if he could kiss him instead of telling him? He didn't want to scare him by just doing it either. Why did he put so much thought into it anyways, this hadn't ever been a problem before.

Tweek grunted in surprise, jerking. "You too!" he yelped.

Craig made a soft noise that came closest to a giggle, feeling the warmth of affection spread in his chest. "Sorry I keep shocking you with this, but I need you to know that stuff."

"Craig, d-do you have problems with your eyes?"

His expression turned confused for a moment. "No, why?"

"Because it's the only reason I can think of that would explain why you think that I'm attractive in any way."

"What? No! Look at you." Craig pulled his brows together and scooted closer, putting one hand on Tweek's cheek so he could hold his face in place. "You are fucking beautiful, Tweek." He took a quick breath before he continued, slow and persistent. "Your hair is super soft and nice, even if it stands out in all directions. It fits you for some reason and makes me want to touch it constantly." He tapped Tweek's freckles with the fingers of his free hand. "Your freckles make me want to count them every time I look at your face and kind of, how do you say... compliment your eyes and face and all. Kind of makes me want to kiss them. And speaking of your eyes, who cares about eye-bags if you have the most vibrant colored eyes ever. I can never say what color they are. Green? Blue? Who knows, they change with the light, which is extremely cool by the way, so I really like trying to find out. And. Uhm. You're gorgeous, I'm not blind. And I'm not wrong either."

It peeved him that Tweek didn't view himself at least a little bit attractive. He couldn't really understand it.

As he spoke, Tweek went redder and redder, and covered his eyes with a hand. He snorted in shock when Craig admitted for a second time to wanting to kiss him. His breath caught in his throat, making him let out a dry sob. He just... didn't understand. Why him? What was there to like about a twitchy, spazzy freak of nature who swore up and down about the existence of supernatural creatures? According to everyone except for Craig, nothing.

It was hard to understand someone would want to be affectionate to him.

Craig gently pulled Tweek's hand from his face and held it in his lap, so he could look Tweek in the eyes. Now or never. He could feel his heart beat in his throat as he forced himself to focus on Tweek instead of the anxious feeling and the hoard of butterflies. He needed Tweek to listen and to understand that he meant it but he also needed to tell him something else.

"And the actual reason I keep leaning in this close is because I really, really want to kiss you."

Tweek's eyes widened to a comical size, shock and disbelief written across his face. "W-What...?"

"I want to kiss you. At least eighty percent of the day. I'm super gay." Craig smiled a bit shaky. "Ha, that rhymed..." he added nervously.

Tweek was starting to feel a bit light headed from how much blood was rushing into his brain. "You wanna kiss me..."

Craig nodded, still holding Tweek's face with one hand and his hand with the other. "Yes. Really badly. Can-" Craig's voice broke and he had to try again. "Can I?"

Tweek took a deep, steadying breath, then nodded.

Craig stopped breathing for a moment. He hadn't expected Tweek to actually say yes. He was slightly panicking inside now, not really knowing what to do now that he had gotten further than he thought he would. With another deep breath in and out, he managed to relax a bit more, even if his heart was still in his throat, only beating stronger with every passing second.

He carefully leaned forward and considered asking if he was sure, but he was scared Tweek would back out and so, even though it was selfish, he didn't. Hand still on his boyfriend's cheek he carefully turned his head to a better accessible position. He was holding Tweek's hand as if it was a lifeline, not strong enough to hurt, but too hard to be casual. He was nervous and he could feel himself start sweating and blushing. He didn't close his eyes, though, when he finally did press his lips against Tweek's, careful but certain.

Tweek's eyes seemed to bore into his soul as their lips met, his breath hot on Craig's face. His grip on the other's hand was just as tight. Inside, his mind exploded at the soft touch. It wasn't much, just a light press of Craig's lips on his, but it effectively shut down Tweek's brain.

Tweek's lips were chapped but soft and, unexpectedly, the kiss felt completely different from any previous experiences Craig had had. Tweek didn't respond in any obvious way but he didn't look uncomfortable or pulled away either, so Craig guessed he was good to go. He pressed a bit harder against Tweek, heartbeat pulsing in his head now. His lips tingled wildly and he felt a heavy but not uncomfortable feeling settle in his stomach.

Tweek himself inhaled sharply as Craig added pressure, falling backward off his knees back onto Craig's bed. Craig had been leaning into him, so when he was suddenly gone he almost fell onto his own face. He caught himself with one arm before he would have face planted into Tweek's chest, now looking down at him in mild shock, his face hot and breathing fast.

Tweek stared up at the ceiling, looking dazed.

Craig snorted, but it sounded more nervous than amused. "Are you al... alright?" he asked, worried while trying to calm his heartbeat.

"N-Nng..." His eye twitched slightly.

Craig sat down next to him immediately instead of hovering over him, face serious and eyebrows knitted together in worry. "Did I scare you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you anxious or uncomfortable."

"You totally did," Tweek mumbled. "You should kiss me again to make up for it."

"Uh-" Craig definitely didn't expect that answer. As soon as he realized that Tweek meant it, he felt his stomach do a flip. Craig leaned over, grinning like an idiot, and kissed him again, just as careful but this time a bit more sure of himself. Tweek closed his eyes, setting his hands lightly on Craig's cheeks. Ready for it this time and knowing somewhat better what to do, he pressed back, kissing him in return.

Craig breathed in, surprised when he did. It wasn't the best kiss ever, but the fact that he was kissing Tweek and that Tweek was actually into it made him happier than he had ever been kissing anyone. He smiled against his boyfriend's mouth and moved up again to get some air and so he wouldn't over do it.

Tweek let him go, flopping back down, chest heaving. His face was flushed, and he blinked up at Craig shyly. "I've never kissed anyone before."

Craig, who had put his fists in front of his lips to try to get the wide smile to be less uncharacteristic, nodded. "I figured, from what you told me. Was this an... okay first kiss?"

Tweek swallowed and nodded. "I-I mean, I thought so. But again, I don't really have anything to compare you to."

"Hah. You will never know how bad I actually am at kissing." Craig mimicked a super villain pose, rubbing his hands together rather unenthusiastically and then grinning back at Tweek.

He giggled, hiding his smile behind his hands. "I think I'm okay with that," he said.

"Urgh." Craig groaned and leaned forward, getting into Tweek's face. "I swear I'll get diabetes with you saying things like that. And giggling." He gave him a peck on the lips, satisfied that this was possible now.

He squeaked. "O-Only when it's us for now," he said quickly. "I might die if you kissed me in front of someone."

Craig nodded. "Sure thing, babe. No kissing in public. Got it." He hummed. "Guess you'll just have to visit me every day then."

"You could come see me at the shop," he suggested shyly. "My parents won't notice."

"Hmn, sounds like a plan to me." Craig nodded and then flopped back down on the bed. "Today is a good day," he murmured, smiling.

Tweek settled back against him, nodding slightly. "Yeah, it is," he agreed.

Craig looked at him skeptically and then asked, "Do you think you can sleep over more often? Your parents don't seem to notice or mind really."

He flinched slightly. "They notice," he said. "They just don't care if I'm there or not. As long as I'm at work when I'm supposed to be, it doesn't matter where I am or what I do, so long as I'm not 'tarnishing the family name'." He put quotes around the last part, his voice bland and robotic. Clearly, it was something he had been told for years.

Craig frowned. "What's that even supposed to mean?" Sometimes he wished he could pay them back for what they were doing to Tweek. The times that he and the other guys had talked about what they would do or say to them if it wouldn't have any consequences for Tweek over the years of friendship couldn't be counted on one hand.

"It means don't cause trouble. Don't bother people. If possible, stay away from everyone, since my spazzing freaks people out, and that's bad for business."

Craig made a growling noise. Not that he had expected anything nice but basically telling your child to not have any friends was almost a new low to discover. "Fuck that. You're not bothering any of the squad and I think we're all long done with thinking you're freaky, especially with all the things happening in South Park." He grabbed Tweek's hand and intertwined their fingers, before he let out another "fuck them" still grumbling.

Tweek sighed softly, looking at their joined hands. He understood what his parents had done, and where doing to him, was wrong and abusive, but after spending so many years in what was basically isolation, he didn't think he deserved anything more. He'd always wondered what had gone wrong inside of him to make his parents care so little for his well-being. If he had been more obedient, would they have liked him more? If he worked harder, would they hug him? Maybe if he had started drinking coffee sooner, he would have earned their love.

He had no concept of unconditional love, which made him worry daily he would do something to lose Craig's affection. He knew it would happen, he wasn't good enough to have someone so wonderful, but he couldn't help the selfish feeling inside of wanting Craig to only love him.

Maybe that was why his parents hated him. They knew what a terrible person he really was deep inside.

Craig watched him get lost in thoughts and pressed his lips together. Most of the times Tweek did that he looked sad so it couldn't be happy thoughts. But he was never sure what exactly he was talking himself into so he didn't have a good answer most of the times. Instead he squeezed his hand and decided to take a different route. "Let's go visit Italy some time."

Tweek was honestly shocked Craig remembered him saying he wanted to go. Sure, it hadn't been long ago, only a few minutes, half an hour tops, but he assumed no one really paid attention when he spoke.

Until Craig and friends, no one else had.

"Tweek, your reaction really makes me want to punch people sometimes. Why do you always look so surprised when we suggest to do something you like? Actually, don't answer that or I might have to strangle your parents." He cupped Tweek's face and squished his cheeks together lightly. "Stop telling yourself that no one listens to you, okay? We all love you and think your opinions and wishes are valid."

He opened his mouth to argue, but couldn't think of anything to say and closed it again.

Craig kissed his forehead and hugged him close. "Wanna doze off until dinner?"

"That sounds nice."