Craig tormented Tweek for years. But junior year, something is different: He isn't nearly as content in torturing the Spazmoid as he used to be. He starts feeling things other than annoyance in his presence... Will he get, or even deserve a second chance?

I hugged myself and let out a sob: longing for the comfort of his smile, his touch. I was so sick. So sick and tired of being angry. In one clear moment, I realized how hopeless it had all been, and I asked myself: Now what?