Authors notes; I'm baaaaack~! XD Yup! I bet you all thought I'd given up on this, huh? No way! I'm so sorry for keeping everyone waiting so long, I took a month off for NaNoWriMo (I won, btw! ^^) and now I'm back to the fanfics. I'm hoping to update more frequently now as well, so like… Look forward to that ^^
Firstly; I'm keeping to the surname I gave Craig when I started this for the sake of continuity – I KNOW it's Tucker, not Cramer, but it'll bug me to change it halfway through. Secondly; I am a little worried I may be out of practice after so long away… I hope not though. This chapter has been in my head for a while so it came out pretty easily, VERY sappy in places though but I wanted them to talk about the whole thing at some point and it's damn hard not to be sappy doing that! It's LONG too – opps? I hope it reads okay – Enjoy!
Chapter eight;
Ruby searched the so-called play ground for any signs of her brother, not expecting to find any, then headed straight for the main gate after what, in her mind, had been something done out of habit more than anything else.
Clyde had found her during lunch, him and Token had made their way over to the table she was sitting at with her friends and sat down as if it were an every day occurrence for Seniors to mix with Freshmen. The other girls at the table – there were five of them in all – went silent at the visitors, Ruby used to her brother two friends but being unable not to notice both her brother and his boyfriend were nowhere to be seen.
She wondered if they had even told them, yet…
Clyde had done all the talking, told her that her brother was an idiot and that he had decided in his not-so-infinite, infinite wisdom that school was not worth his time that day. He had skipped, in other words, dragging poor Tweek along for the hell of it and he had figured since the two of them walked home together normally, he should let her know. She had rolled her eyes and nodded, thanking him and trying to decide if this was a good turn of events or a bad one until Token had piped up and asked if everything was okay at home. That had taken the red-head by surprise somewhat, Clyde too going by the frown on his face but she had simply given the coloured teen an odd look and said that yes, everything was fine, speaking slowly as if to imply Token was crazy for having to ask and he simply nodded, face blank, before Clyde told him they needed to get going and that was that.
It was nice of Clyde to care, she supposed, but she knew Craig would come back to meet her anyway, he always did and he was nothing if not consistent.
Stubbornly so, most of the time…
Craig had good friends, she had known that for as long as she could remember, the four of them stuck together and looked out for each other and that was good because Craig needed people like that. The more the merrier, really, her brother was not exactly the easiest person to convince of anything at the best of times. Still, after Token's question at lunch, she had to wonder just how much he had told either of them…
"Craig!" She called, having indeed spotted her brother just outside the school gates, leaning up against the fencing and smoking a cigarette, looking up and over to her as she called his name and acknowledging her with nothing more than a nod as she ran to meet him. She did not think he had told any of his friends anything about 'how things were' at home. Maybe if they had asked he would have said something – Craig had a real problem with lying to his friends - but looking at him now, all confident and indifferent she did not think anyone would stop to think for a second there would be any need for any of them to ask such a question. Yet Token had. Asked her, at least. He pushed away from the fence when she came up to him and flicked his finished cigarette off into the snow.
"Good day?" He asked, hands finding the pockets of his coat and burying themselves deep into the warmth they found there as they began to walk although, not towards their own house, she noticed, the observation causing a slight smile to spread across her face.
"Not bad," she answered with a shrug, "It's school, you know?" Craig chuckled at that, she would get no argument from him on that matter. "How about you?" She asked, grinning now and not even trying to hide the fact, "Did you have a good day?" Craig gave her a narrow-eyed look, trying to work out what she knew and how she knew it before answering. From his experiences dealing with the opposite sex he knew them to be rather tricky when it came to knowing things they probably should not.
"It was fine." He told her cautiously , not liking the look on her know-it-all little face at all. Craig Cramer feared very few things in life, but a telling off from his sister was among them – less for the actual fear value, and more so due to crazy fixation he had with her hating him or - God forbid! - being disappointed in something he had done.
"Clyde told me, he was worried I'd have to walk home alone." She informed him, making sure the smile remained because really, she was not mad – not if Craig was happy and he had dealt with what had happened earlier. She knew her brother cared about very few people and those who did 'make the grade' were cherished as much as she was, but that did not mean she was about to forget just how much of an idiot he could be sometimes. "You did talk to Tweek, right?" She asked, her eyes narrowing slightly this time as she looked to her brother, who just rolled his eyes.
"Yeah." He said simply, obviously not wanting to talk about it and so she left it at that. She believed him, after all, and that was enough.
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(Earlier that day)
As promised, Mrs Tweak had bought the two truants up some snacks – a family sized bag of tortilla chips, two coffees and a packet of cookies – then left the two of them to play video games.
They had done this for a little while, talking about nothing that really seemed important, all the time Tweek wanting to ask the other about his bruises because Christ! They were together now, they were supposed to share stuff like that and as much as the blonde would concede to being able to do very little to stop Craig from getting hurt anymore – he knew his limitations all too well in that department – he still wanted to help. Thought maybe he was the only one who could since no-one else even knew how Craig acquired his so-called 'battle scars.'
That was a lot of pressure to deal with on its own, having a secret, but knowing that the only way he could really, REALLY help the other out was by breaking his trust when it had taken so long to gain was…
He shook his head, he did not want to think about it.
Maybe he should start talking about something completely unrelated and then steer the conversation round to it, somehow? Yes, that sounded like it could work, if only he knew how to even start to talk and what about and…
"Just say it." Craig spoke suddenly, causing the blonde to jump and Craig to crack a smile in amusement, it was not unusual to see such a reaction from Tweek, after all. "Seriously man, something's bothering you, so just out with it already." He added a lame sounding chuckle that was obviously fake to the end of that, whatever it was that Tweek was worrying over had been causing the air in the room to grow heavier by the second and Craig was not entirely sure he really wanted to know what a thing that had that sort of power would be…
"Your face!" He blurted out, slapping his hands over his mouth in a comical fashion as soon as he registered his own words, letting the controller he had been holding drop to the floor, its landing causing a second surprised sound. Craig thought he might have laughed under any other circumstances. "S-sorry, I mean, I g-guess you don't wanna t-talk about it, b-but I…" Craig's expression softened a little at the worry and nervousness of the other. Maybe Ruby was right – damn her! – maybe he should come clean and talk about the whole sorry state of affairs that was his home life after all.
"It's okay Tweek," he told him, a resigned tone to his voice, tossing his own controller to the floor, "We can talk about it, if that's what you want." Tweek blinked at him, eyes narrowing briefly as if he were trying to work out just what had happened to the REAL Craig and who this impostor was. Craig did chuckle a little at that, he supposed it meant a lot for him to be able to read the other so well going by his track record of being terrible at just that normally. "It's fine, if something's bothering you and I can help, then I want to, no matter how much I might actually not want to." Tweek frowned.
"T-that doesn't make sense, Craig." He informed him, but then smiled ever so slightly himself, he understood the sentiment, at least. "I just, y-you know, w-wanted to make sure you were o-okay." He went on, eyes flitting around the room at random before returning to Craig's for a second or two then darting off again, "I don't s-suppose there's m-much I can do, but…" Craig found himself understanding completely, something he was neither used to doing nor sure of how to deal with. He studied the blonde for a moment, his eyes finally having settled on his own and that making it a little easier to try and work out what he was thinking, it was a good thing, he guessed. They were together now and certainly he did not want that to change for as long as he could help it. He did not think he had ever thought of his future without the twitchy blonde in it in some way or another and now they had crossed that line from friendship to this, he knew he had to try harder to not mess it up – the line was far harder to cross the other way around, so he had heard.
"Really, I'm fine," he began, this time he himself averting his eyes from the other's, "She was pissed that we weren't home when she got back yesterday, that's all." He paused for a moment, noted the look of absolute horror on Tweek's face and began to talk again, "And before you start, it was NOT your fault, alright?" He leaned forward to take Tweek's hands in his own and squeeze them tightly in his own, "It was fun hanging out, I'm glad you invited us." He smiled, "You gotta remember Tweekers, it's HER with the problem, alright? No-one else, just her and as soon as I'm out of school, I am taking Ruby and getting the hell out of there." Tweek saw a look of real anger cross his face as he talked about his mother, but he heard hurt in his voice and it was that which worried him far more. He squeezed his hands back and tried for his best smile.
"Just s-so long as you remember y-you're not in i-it alone anymore." He answered, his voice quiet and trembling a little because it was a pretty gay thing to say, no matter where their relationship stood, he would admit to that and Craig was hardly the sort of person you would normally say such to and…
"I'll remember," Craig replied, sounding less hurt now and even smiling, just a little, causing Tweek to blink again before nodding slowly, "Thanks man." They sat for a moment, still holding one another's hands, not saying anything until the blonde broke the silence, obviously not done just yet.
"So umm…" He began, before his eyes started to dart everywhere once again, "Does it hurt?" He asked, then instantly gave himself a mental reprimand – what a stupid thing to say! – Craig frowned over to him, he seemed troubled by all this talk but Tweek found he needed to know at least something, "J-Jesus, that was s-stupid to ask, 'm sorry, I-I just meant…" He trailed off there, he was not sure what he meant really, or rather, he did not know how to put the thoughts and worries into words at the very least.
"Do you really wanna talk about this?" The brunette asked, his tone a mix of bored and uncharacteristic nerves, sighing when Tweek nodded but continuing all the same, "Yeah. I mean, it hurts less every time, in a way, you sort of get used to it and the nerves get less…" He shrugged, "I dunno, but I don't really feel it when she kicks me in the side anymore." He watched Tweek carefully as he spoke, not going into as much detail as he could such as the time she had dragged him up the stairs and to his room quite literally by the hair, pulling out chucks of ebony locks and leaving patches which forced him to wear his by then already trademark hat until they grew back ensuring no-one really noticed or the incident during one of the few meals she had cooked for her children in the last eight or nine years which had turned out not to be so much cooked as barely thawed out and had earned a then eleven year old Craig quite a beating with a wooden spoon.
"Why though?" Tweek asked, his tone a dazed sort of wonder which told Craig he probably did not want an actual answer, more he was just thinking aloud and trying to comprehend what little he had let out, "I don't understand why or how…"
"Good." Craig cut him off, an adamant look on his face, "You shouldn't understand, it isn't normal, what she does, and if you did understand it'd be a hell of a lot worse." He smiled slightly and reached out a hand to caress the blonde's face – unmarked by human hands, "Your mom cares about you, I hope you never understand." He finished quietly before dropping his hand and moving to pick up the game controller instead. "Now lets finish our game, yeah? I'll have to go get Ruby before you know it." The blonde stared at the other for a moment, but Craig refused to meet his gaze and eventually, he relented and they went back to their game.
Craig had said all he was going to on the subject and Tweek supposed he should be glad he had said anything at all.
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(Back to present)
They walked on in silence, Ruby following her brother's lead which ended with them at Harbucks coffee shop, where she could see from the moment she walked in a messy haired blonde working the counter which Craig led them to, taking a seat and smiling an expression so pure to said blonde that Ruby almost awwed out loud. It was cute, she thought, but decided it was best not to say anything and instead busied herself with the hot chocolate Tweek offered her and what she saw as her job as a little sister – to sit back and listen.
It was not as dull as she would have thought either, and certainly she did not find this arguable violation on her brother's privacy – she was his younger sister, was this sort of thing not in the job description? – at all a bad idea, she knew just how dumb he could be, after all…
"Mom was asking questions the second you left," Tweek was saying, his eyes darting to the staff room on his left every now and again in case one of the other workers should come out and over hear what he was saying, "She knows, I KNOW she knows. I don't know how she knows or how I know she knows, really, but I do and she does and…" Craig held up his hand, looking confused and causing the blonde to stop and take what Ruby thought was his first breath since he had started to talk.
"Hold up Tweekers, you lost me." He admitted, "But if you're saying what I think you're saying and your mom isn't pissed or forbidding you to see me or whatever, then it really doesn't matter what she may or may not know or how she may or may not know it, you know?" Tweek blinked.
"Okay, now you lost me…"
"Christ!" Ruby snapped, grabbing both of their attentions in one move, "You two are dense!" They both blinked at her causing her to sigh. Really, how they had both managed to make it this far – granted that was not really far at all – was beyond her…"Women pick stuff like that up Tweek, it's no big deal, and you two aren't exactly subtle, skipping school and going to Tweek's place when you KNOW his mom's gonna be coming back there at some point?" She shook her head, "And if you even think your mom knows and she's not acting weird, then she must not care who you're screwing so it's fine, you don't have to worry, yeah?" She sighed again, more loudly this time and mostly for affect, before turning back to her hot chocolate. "Guys…" She muttered to herself and spooned cream into her mouth to hide the fact that she was close to hysterics. Craig and Tweek turned to face each other again, the former with eyebrows raised and the later gaping.
"I guess she covered everything?" Craig half asked, obviously amused. Sure, he figured his sister was listening in on them, but to such a degree? No. He had gotten so used to dragging her around wherever he went that he had gotten used to just talking as if she was not there.
Tweek was still gaping.
"I'M NOT SCREWING ANYONE!" He practically shrieked, hearing his own words – along with the few people spread around the café who all turned to look at him for the outburst – before slamming his hands over his mouth and looking absolutely mortified considering how hard he had been trying not to be over heard before.
The Cramer siblings shared a look.
Then they laughed.
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Craig and Ruby hung around at the coffee shop until Tweek's shift finished at six, the former insisting he walk his boyfriend home while the later sang annoying songs at the pair of them which involved kissing and trees and finally Craig flipping her off and telling her to shut the hell up unless she wanted salad for dinner.
That worked so well, he made a mental note to remember it for next time.
Tweek was quiet all the way home, throwing side-ways glances to the taller teen as he argued with his sister in his normal, good natured way – that was how it normally was for her, at the very least – all the while trying not to let the fact that they would be going back there soon ruin the walk. He had come to absolutely hate the idea, knowing more about the reality of the situation now and… What could I do anyway? He squeezed Craig's hand a little more tightly in his own at the thought, drawing the other's attention to him, a puzzled look on his face.
"Tweek?" He asked, his name forming all the questions he needed it to, the blonde who it belonged to forcing a nervous smile and shaking his head in an attempt to trick the other – and himself too, maybe a little – into thinking that it was nothing, that everything was just fine and… "What is it?" Craig persisted as they came up to Tweek's house, and this time Tweek was too busy trying to seem like he was fine to actually evade the question with any real believability. They came to a stop outside, Ruby walking a few steps on out of some form of duty to her brother, giving him some space for a change – leaving Tweek to look over to his house for a moment, knowing that soon he would have to say goodbye to them both and let them go 'home', something he had already admitted hating the very idea of, forget the actual act itself. He turned back and stared at Craig who continued to stare back looking as indifferent as he ever did, almost bored even, while he waited which only moved to make the blonde more nervous and…
"Don't go back to your place." He said, his tone coming out far more confident and almost as if it was not a question but a command; DON'T go back to your place. Stay here, stay with me, where it's safe… Craig gave him an odd look that hit him as somewhere between surprised, worried and annoyed, but that did not stop him from going on because this was important. He believed that, was sure of it and for once he was going to stand up for something he believed in. "Just stay here, alright?" He tugged at Craig's coat with his free hand in the direction of the house, not with any real force but enough for the other to understand that he really wanted him to play along, to come inside and stay and be safe.
"Tweek…" The brunette began, that indifference so characteristic of him gone for now and replaced with a sad sort of concern for the other because he knew, as he thought Tweek had to somewhere at the back of his mind, that there was no quick fix to this situation, to his situation, really. Beginning was as far as he got though before Tweek was talking again.
"No really Craig, it'll be fine! She won't mind, I know she won't! Please?" The blonde's words spilled over one another in their rush to get from his brain to his mouth and out before they could be over thought and Craig wondered if maybe Tweek did not know, that he really did think he could find a way to make everything better.
"But we've been through this before, man." Craig spoke softly, his tone kind and low as much to sooth his boyfriend's worries as to not be overheard by his sister, "It's great that your mom is so welcoming and I know you're worried but I have to go back some time." He tried a smile there, surprised at just how hard it was. It felt like a lie. A lie to his best friend and boyfriend and someone he cared more about than he was as of yet ready to admit, even to himself. He took the hand Tweek had been using to tug at his coat in his own free one and stroked both the hands he now held loosely in front of himself with his thumbs, God! He wanted to make this better, to make Tweek smile again… He seemed to be failing though, either that or Tweek was just far more determined than he had ever been in the other's presence before.
"No you don't!" The blonde insisted, insisted with such belief that Craig himself wondered for just a second if maybe he could be right. For his sins, he wished he was… "You can just stay here." That idea, only seeming to come to him as he spoke the words, ignited a light of hope so bright inside the blonde that it seemed to shine out through his coffee-coloured eyes, making them sparkle as he grinned, as much as Tweek ever did grin, anyway, "Yeah! Both of you can just stay here!" He looked up to the other, expectance of his approval written across his face, as if all Craig needed to say was 'okay, let's do it' and everything would be fine…
"We both know I do, Tweek." Craig said, ignoring the later part of what he said, knowing even saying what he had would take that hope away, at least a little, but not wanting to right-out steal – simply not having the heart to – Tweek's smile falling from his face before he hung his head and Craig could almost hear himself saying he was wrong, that it was a joke and of course we'll stay, retard! Hahaha! Just so Tweek would smile again because it hurt. He did not understand how or why something that did not touch you could hurt so deeply…
"Why though?" He muttered, looking up through masses of blonde hair after a moment, "I mean really why, if you don't have to?" Craig squeezed the hands he still held a little tighter for a moment, a hand version of a hug, he supposed. One of them had to live in reality after all, did they not? And reality had never been Tweek's favourite place to be.
"Because I do have to, you know that, I'm not going to burden myself or her on you and your family, okay? It's not going to happen." He tried again at mastering that smile and thought he managed now it was for truth, letting one of Tweek's hand's drop and reach for his chin, lifting his head more so he could see his face, "Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the offer, I really do, but it wouldn't work and it wouldn't be fair." The smile seemed to falter when all Tweek did was gaze back at him and Craig knew that look; his eyes were beginning to swim with uncried tears just as he had seen them do a million times before.
"Craig…" He began but the addressed teen shook his head, he had no idea just how he was managing to not shout and scream here but he was glad of that new-found ability which accompanied the ever-present patience he had always found for Tweek. Again, he thought it meant more than he was willing to admit.
"No." He repeated softly, then sighed – obviously that was not enough, "Look, it's only for a few more months then we'll be out of there, I promise you that, but until then? Try not to worry about it, I have everything under control." It was crazy just how much he believed that – that he really did have all this under control – later on he would admit different, admit a great many things, but for now all thoughts were caused to cease at the look of real anger on Tweek's face.
"But you don't, Craig!" He shrieked, not in his normal, thin sounding voice but in a tone more of a low anger, "H-how can you?! It's not safe there and you tell me not to worry! You might not be here in a few months time, then what, huh?!" He paused there, all his anger seemingly spent on that rather brief, but effective – he thought – outburst, Craig looked suitably surprised, at least… He took in a deep, shaky breath, "Look just, p-please Craig…" But he got no further, Craig had recovered enough to but in, willing to at least meet the other half-way.
"Dinner." Was the single word he spoke, his expression back to mild indifference although Tweek recognized he had won a small battle, at the very least, "We'll stay for dinner, but then we have to go back." He added, then paused – what was on the tip of his tongue now was a cheap trick to pull on someone who was only trying to help, not matter how – in Craig's humble opinion – misguided and unneeded that help might be. But then it was true, he thought, and he was annoyed, good intentions or not… "You remember what happened last time we didn't come back 'til late, don't you?" The blonde paled at that and hung his head again, this time Craig made no move to correct the stance, an unfamiliar guilt beginning to creep through him… Dammit! Just how the small, fragile looking blonde had managed to change him so much he had no idea, he felt he could resent him for that and it scared him a little – he never wanted to hate Tweek Tweak.
"I…" He muttered once more from underneath that mop he called hair and again Craig relented, sighing and annoyed before speaking.
"It's fine, no sense in making trouble, that's all I'm saying." He explained, the best apology he thought he was likely to be able to manage but still eager for it to be known that he had not changed so much that he could not cope with just about anything, he would not allow that, full-stop. "I really do have it under control, Tweekers." He added, tone softening a little once more and again reaching to tilt Tweek's face up so he could look into his eyes, "I know you worry and I know I can't stop you but…" He smiled, those tears in the other's eyes were so close now he could almost feel them on the hand that held his face up, and he did appreciate them, him, everything he just… I am not worth this. "There's nothing we can do about it right now so please, try not to worry about it too much," he placed a quick kiss on the other's forehead, meaning to punctuate his words, "For me." Tweek watched him with a frown.
"For you is exactly why I worry…" He said, quietly again but far from a muttering anymore. Craig dropped the hand from the other's chin and shook his head – this was getting annoyingly repetitive now…
"Come on, Tweek, it's not…" He began, but that look was back on Tweek's face, that anger as those tears finally spilled over.
"Don't you DARE say it's not a big deal!" He almost bellowed this time, surprising Craig so much that he took an involuntary step back as the blonde pulled his hand out of the others', "How do you think it makes me feel, huh?" He asked, a real tone of hurt in his words as he glared at his boyfriend, "To say goodbye to you and watch you go back there without knowing if I'll see you again? Because you DON'T have it under control, Craig! You can't! You could be dead before the time school is over with – dead!" He closed the gap between himself and Craig as he finished, glaring up at the other, defiant and sure and still so hurt.
"Tweek, calm down, it's okay, it's…" Craig started, but again the blonde exploded, Craig finding only a split second to glance in the direction Ruby had gone off in, to confirm to himself that oh yes, she was hearing this, alright…
"And DON'T tell me to calm down, either!" He snapped, lifting a hand and jabbing the other in the chest with a finger, "It is not okay! You don't know what might happen and I…" And like that, the anger seemed to drain from the blonde completely, leaving him red-faced and small and just the same as he always had done. Craig thought he wanted to hang his head again and apologize and forget any of this had happened but he surprised him by standing his ground, looking the brunette straight in the eye, tears still rolling down his cheeks, and went on, "I-I love you, Craig. I don't want you getting hurt anymore." Those last words were again quiet and yet somehow, that only made them mean more and before Craig even knew he was planning on doing it, he had wrapped his arms around the other teen and pulled him close, placing a kiss a top his head and simply holding him like that while the other sobbed and caught up with what he had said.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, I just…" He trailed off, he did not know how to finish that sentence without sound like the arrogant asshole he knew he was, "I don't know man, I'm not used to all this shit, you know?" He smiled slightly, not at all surprised at the tears he could feel threatening his own eyes as he rocked the blonde slightly in his arms, "If it upsets you that much, I'll look into…" More uncertainty, what could he do? He was not about to offer up empty promises that was all he really knew, "Something. I don't know what, but I will, I promise you, okay?" Finally, Tweek moved against him, his arms snaking around Craig's waist, hugging him back, his head moving to nod against him before looking up to the other.
"Okay, I guess." He muttered, and Craig had never been happier to see him so unsure, it had been unnerving to see him as angry and certain as he had just been… "I'm s-sorry Craig, I just…" This time, it was Craig who cut Tweek off and with a light kiss on the lips.
"I know, it's fine." He assured him, then chuckled lightly, Tweek had said he loved him. Him. Craig Cramer. God! That was funny! And yet not really funny at all…"I love you too, you know." He admitted, a little amused at just how easy it was to admit, "And I mean it, we'll work something out." Tweek nodded again and offered a weak smile.
"Thank you." He said, moving one of his hands to wiped away his tears, before pausing, that uncertainty back in abundance now, "Really, you will…" Craig nodded.
"I said I would, didn't I?" He asked, a smile present to suggest he was not mad at the insinuation that he would break his promise, "Since when have I ever lied to you?" Tweek let out a burst of laughter at that, a million crazy memories coming to mind at once.
"How about that time you told me tooth paste was made from actual powdered teeth, for one?" He asked, smiling ever so slightly while Craig chuckled a little, "Never about anything serious, though, I guess." He admitted, "But!" Craig moved a hand and put a finger to the blonde's lip in a 'shhh' motion.
"No buts, Blondie – I'll sort something out and you stop worrying, okay?" That sounded like an order to Tweek, and he thought he had probably pushed things a little as it was, so he nodded instead, causing Craig to return the gesture before turning his thoughts back to his sister, "Ruby!" He called, "Come on, we're having dinner with the Tweaks, get your ass back here!" A quick shout of 'coming!' as she made her way over came to him, and Craig turned back to the blonde still in his arms, gifting him one more kiss before hugging him tightly and letting him go to take his hand instead, "Come on, we'll talk about it later, promise." Tweek smiled and nodded again, happy for now, to try and not worry as he had been asked to.
"Sure Craig." He answered, Ruby coming up to them and the three of them making their way up the path to the Tweak's door, Ruby and Craig bickering yet again about something he had missed but had to be important if the way they were going on was to be believed, but then again, was it not always that way with them? He let go of Craig's hand and let them into the house, holding back in a 'guests first' gesture while trying to collect his thoughts. He trusted Craig, he believed that if the other said he would do something, he would – at least for him. He smiled to himself. Craig loved him. That was pretty much all that mattered, right?
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MORE A/N; The first I love you XD I love the whole 'I'm ANGRY! So I'm gonna YELL IT the first time I say it' thing! :is hit: I'll go now…
