Snow seeped into the soles of his shoes, his feet freezing as he trekked down the country road. Now more than ever he regretted his hate for layers. He didn't own a jacket and a wool sweater was not enough when the snow falling from the sky was wetting it and the sharp winter winds were finding their ways through the tiny holes that looped the fabric together.

Tweek shivered as he grabbed onto his arms, trying to feel any kind of warmth. He couldn't. He was cold, wet, tired, scared, and the verge of a break down. Still, he couldn't go back. The thin boy had already been walking for about four hours and he could feel himself getting closer to where he needed to go.

Another 45 minutes passed before he could make out a black truck sitting in the clearing of a snow covered field. "Oh thank god!" Tweek shouted his legs starting to run across the barren land. No amount of effort could stop the tears that formed in his green eyes as he got closer. Everything about the little camp that was set up just screamed Craig, and Tweek was the one who found him.

Arriving at the lone vehicle Tweek took a moment to lean over, his hands resting on his knees. He tried to catch breath, but harsh bitter air stung his lungs instead. Standing back up Tweek looked into the window. He was there. Craig was sitting in his truck, sleeping. He was there and relief filled his body. "Craig…" He squeaked, tears still pouring from his eyes.

Tweek watched him for a moment, he looked so different since the last time Tweek saw him. Even sleeping there was an unusual sadness to him. Losing Stripe really must have crushed him. Lifting a fist to the glass Tweek knocked on it softly, but when Craig didn't move the blonde slammed his hand against the window.

"What the fuck?!" Jumping from his seat Craig's arms spread out around him, eyes wide. Looking to his right he could see the blonde responsible for the noise and the fear in the blues of his eyes faded into confusion. "Tweek?" Opening his door Craig quickly moved over to where Tweek was standing. "What the hell are you doing here?" Scanning the skinny blonde in front of him Craig took his hat off and placed it on Tweeks head. "Dude, you are soaked. Did you walk here?"

The warmth of the blue hat over his blonde hair matched the warmth that came to Tweeks cheeks. He ignored the rest of his body's shivering as he stared up at the tall boy. "Sorry I-I scared you."

"Take off your sweater." Craig said turning around going to the bed of his truck. His request made Tweeks heart stop. Why would he want him to that? Was Craig seriously that out of it? Maybe he was going to murder him and use his clothes for kindling. It was really cold outside. Tweek must have been making worrisome noises loud enough for Craig to hear because he turned around putting one of his hands out towards Tweek. "You're going to get sick if you keep that on. I'm going to get you something dry and warm to wear."

"Why are you here?" Craig asked again. The two were now sitting in the cab of his truck. For the first time since he left Tokens house the blonde felt warm. Tweek wearing a Red Racer shirt that was three sizes too big and blue cardigan that smelled just like the boy he was sitting next too.

Taking a moment to answer Tweek closed his eyes. "Why are you?" Those weren't the words he wanted to say. He wanted to tell him that everyone was worried and that Craig should at least tell his friends and family he was alright.

Tweek could feel the heat being raised, the hot air welcoming. "That doesn't matter." Craig said, his voice bland.

"What do- what do you mean by that?" Opening his eyes Tweek could see Craig staring forward, his face trying to hide the emotion he was feeling.

A sigh. "I mean," Craig leaned back running his fingers through his hair that looked like it hadn't been washed in a while. "I just messed up. I keep fucking up. There's no reason to bring everyone down with me." There it was, the pain that Token had told him about. Tweek moved closer to him, placing his hand on his shoulder. It was something Craig had done for Tweek so Tweek had hoped it would work for him as well.

"Sometimes…" Tweeks words were quiet, just loud enough for them to reach his friends ears. "Bad things happen, and they happen all at once. That doesn't mean you fucked up. That- that just means life is fucked up."

Craig let out a small chuckle. "That's the truth." He rolled his neck looking over the blonde boy. "I just keep thinking, if I would have just went home, if I didn't keep Stripe moving around with me, then maybe he wouldn't have… ya know?"

Tweek shook his head. "Stripe was old Craig. Y-you can't blame yourself. He lived a good life. I could tell he loved you."

Closing his eyes Craig pinched at the bridge of his nose, small pools forming near his fingers. When he didn't say anything Tweek just rubbed at his back. "I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you. I have no idea what it's like to lose a pet. I just- I just wish I could have help you."

Cleaning his throat the taller teen let his arm fall into his lap. "No. Tweek, no." His black hair shuffled back and forth as his head slightly shook. "None of this is on you. You are so amazing." Craig shifted his body so he was facing Tweek, with as uncomfortable as he looked, Tweek appreciated the effort. "I should have woken you up. I'm sorry about the last time we were together."

His face went red as his infatuation took form of a laugh. Everything about this boy was so genuine. How he managed to be both incredibly stoic and unbelievably caring was beyond Tweek, but he loved it. "Don't say sorry Craig. I wasn't mad, I was just scared that you wouldn't want anything to do with me."

"Idiot." Craig whispered leaning in closer to Tweek so their eyes were level. "That would never happen." Tweek could feel his chest heating up, nausea pushing at his stomach. He could feel the breath from the other boy on his face they were so close. Swallowing Tweek went up to grab his hair only to get the fabric that covered it. The raven haired boy must have thought it was funny because he snickered at him.

"Shut-shut up." Tweek said turning his head away to hide the embarrassment on his face.

"Hey." Craig said moving to sit back comfortably in his seat. "It's your turn. Why are you out here?"

Keeping his eyes off the handsome boy sitting next to him Tweek answered. "The guys asked m-me to-to help. They are really worried about you."

"Oh."

"Yeah." Tweek paused for a moment. "They are amazing people. I treated them so badly and they-they just welcomed me with open arms." The thin boy choked on the tears that were forming. "When I told them I knew where you were they were all running out the door ready to come with me."

Moving forward Craig looked out his windshield to make sure that they were the only two around. "You didn't tell them right? Where this place is?"

Shaking his head again Tweek laughed. "Clyde started crying when I told him that it was a secret place."

"Typical, he's such a baby."

"You're lucky to have friends who love you." Tweek retorted quickly.

Lifting his arms behind his head to rest his neck in palms Craig agreed with him. "They really like you." He admitted. "They told me what you did the fat piece of shit. I'm impressed."

Crossing his arms Tweeks lips formed into a pout. "He had it coming."

"Yeah, but I would have never expected you to be strong enough to make him keel over in one hit."

Lifting his shoulders Tweek smiled. "What can I say, I'm surprising."

His laughter filled the air as he looked over at the blonde. "Yeah, you really are."

"After that I was put on new pills." Tweek admitted, his voice quiet.

"Thats awesome. Did they help you?" The joy on Craig's face disappeared when he Tweek shook his head and looked towards his lap where fidgeting hands rested.

"They were worse than the others one. I hon-honestly have no idea what happened to me for three weeks. I get little pictures that pop into my head, but they look like a picture that's out of focus." Tweek started picking at the skin around his fingers as he told Craig the small bits of information he recalled. Craig keeping his focus on the windshield nodded along listening to Tweeks words carefully. "I guess it was lucky that it was this morning I woke up crying." Craig's bewilderment wasn't lost on the blonde. "My mom, she gave my pills every morning and today I told her that I couldn't take them. Not-not without feeling like shit and she listened! Can you believe that?"

"I'm happy for you, but how exactly does that make it lucky?" Craig asked, his tone flat.

A huge smile appeared on the blonde's cheeks. "Today was the day I needed to find you."

Looking down Craig thinned his lips. "Tweek?" His eyes shifted between his lap, the blonde, the window, and back to his lap. "I lied to you."

Lied to him? What he mean by that? Did Craig really not like him? Did he feel guilty over the fact that Tweek walked all the way out here and now he had to tell him that he didn't really want to be his friend? Shit, shit, shit. Tweek could feel his eye beginning to twitch. He had been doing so good too! If Craig did tell him he didn't like him what would he even do? He didn't want to have another panic attack, and he sure as hell didn't want to have one in front of Craig.

"Dude, chill." Craig said placing his hand on Tweeks shaking shoulder. "Do you remember last time when were here and I told you that I found this place after an argument with me dad?" Nodding Tweek looked up at him, his green eyes wide. "Well I told you that I didn't remember what it was over. That was the lie." Taking a deep breath Craig paused for a long while before he started again. "It was because I'm gay."

Gay? Oh god. He was dreaming right? Tweek had to be dreaming, there was no way that this boy that he was crazy for could possibly like him back. Hell, even if it was true there was no way he would ever like Tweek. He was neurotic, fidgety, and loudly squealed at random. The complete opposite of Craig.

Craig waited for some kind of answer from Tweek, but when one never came he kept going. "I was 10 when I knew for sure. This kid Thomas, he was in my class and I thought he was sooo cool. He had tourette's and was able to say whatever he wanted. All I wanted to do was be around him. I would go hang out with him just because he made me feel… different." Craig started to run his fingers through his hair again as his eyes stayed on his lap. "When I told my dad he told me that he didn't want a gay son. He told his 10 year old son that he wasn't wanted all because he liked a boy. So I left."

Blinking at him Tweek let out a soft, "Oh…" Even if his own parents told him to keep who was a secret, they never disowned him for his orientation. They only did it to protect everything they worked for, and maybe even for Tweeks own safety. Tweeks heart hurt just thinking about what Craig had to go through at the age of 10.

"I came home a few days later and we just acted like it never happened. Brushed it under the rug. I wanted to so badly for my dad to accept me for who I was, but, I didn't see a point in trying. When he reacted how he did when you stayed over, I knew that he hadn't changed his mind and it sucked. I'm sorry that you got brought into that Tweek." Craig told him scratching at the back of his head.

Scooching over towards him Tweek grabbed onto Craig bringing him in for a hug. "Don't ever say sorry for who-who you are Craig." Squeezing him tighter he had to fight back tears again as he held his crush. "I have no idea what I would do if my parents didn't accept me."

The feeling of Craig returning Tweeks embrace sent shivers down his spine, the warm breath on his neck didn't help either. "Thank you Tweek."

Letting him go Tweek opened the door to the truck. "Okay, now let's- let's get your shit. You need a shower and I have a perfectly good bathroom."

"Right." He said getting out the truck. The smile he had was enough to let Tweek know that whatever weight Craig was carrying was no longer holding him back.