Needless to say, that when the next day came along, Craig had two giant bruises on him from where he was grabbed and where he had hit the tree. He decides to spend that day at home, and tries to think of how to deal with the marks for school the following day.

By the time Monday comes, Craig is still feeling a bit weary and somewhat on edge. He didn't really want to go to school, but not going would be liable for questions from his friends, and they were questions he really didn't feel like answering. So with no other choice on what to do, he goes about getting ready.

His walk to school is tense. Despite the fact he's out where there are people around him, it didn't ease the worry that gnawed at the back of his head. The worry of what happened after he left those woods, what had happened to Kenny. And also Kevin, who he hoped he'd never have to see again. When he gets to class, Kenny isn't there, but he's not surprised by it.

Lunch comes around and Craig spends it with his friends, thinking that it's probably a better idea to be somewhere where there are a lot of people, and not risking it being alone. It goes by, and soon the class that Craig had been dreading all day arrives.

Gym.

He was worried about the bruises on him being seen while changing, so he wore his gym shirt under his jacket to avoid having to change his top. Luckily, he didn't have to worry about his legs, so changing into his shorts wasn't an issue. All he had to do was be careful that the mark on his arm wasn't seen, because the bottom of his sleeve just barely covered it. And it didn't help that it was so dark either.

Unluckily for Craig though, his teacher had decided for them to play basketball today, which means Craig had to make sure not to jump or move his arms too much. For the most part, he's able to keep his composure, aside from a few winces in pain here and there and having to use his other arm to toss the ball, he was doing alright. And after a while he even starts to tell himself that maybe he'll make it through class without anyone noticing the mark. That is until a rogue ball, that someone throws, ends up hitting his side just as he gets ready to throw his own ball.

His grip loosens on the ball in his hands and he lets out a cry in pain as it falls to the floor.

"You okay there?" Clyde asks, looking at him.

"Yeah... I'm fine," Craig gets out, his arm holding his side.

"Sorry!" the classmate who threw the ball yells, as Clyde tosses the rogue ball back to them.

"You sure you're okay?" Clyde asks again, with a concerned look.

"Yeah," Craig replies and bends down to pick his ball back up.

He's so preoccupied with trying to internally subdue the burning feeling in his side, that he doesn't pay full attention to the sleeve on his arm being pulled back, exposing the bruise's dark color, as he goes to grab his ball from the floor. Shit, Craig curses to himself and quickly tries to hide it once he notices that Clyde is looking at it with surprise. He however, doesn't say anything about it, and instead just hands his ball to Craig as he takes the one still on the floor.

"Thanks," Craig mumbles, as Clyde walks off with it and goes about their practice throws again.

Once class ends and everyone goes about changing and exiting the locker room, Craig quietly makes his way over to a mirror, away from the few who are left in it, and lifts up his shirt to examine the bruise. He winces as he turns to the side to get a better look at it. It had gotten a bit darker from the impact earlier and a sigh escapes him as he covers it back up again.

"I knew it."

A voice says, and Craig's heart stops when spotting Clyde's reflection in the mirror. He turns around fast to face him.

"When that ball hit your side earlier, I thought it was strange that it seemed to hurt so much. But then I saw the bruise on your arm, and I had a feeling... looks like I was right," Clyde explains. "How did you get them?" Craig averts his gaze as he tries to think of what to say. This was definitely a scenario that he didn't want to be in, especially not with Clyde. "The one on your arm looks like a handprint... Did Kenny—"

"Kenny didn't do anything to me!" Craig cuts him off, not liking what he was insinuating. "All that happened was, that I fell on something because I was being stupid and messing around."

It wasn't a full lie, as he did fall on something, or rather, flew into something.

"Is that it?" Clyde asks, his tone seeming feign.

"Yes," Craig replies.

Clyde looks at him for a long moment, before he turns.

"Alright, I'll believe you," he glances back, "but if I ever find out that someone did that to you, or see something like that on you again. Heads will roll."

"Clyde—"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But you're my best friend man, I can't help but worry about you," he adds as he walks off with a small wave.

Craig lets out a tired sigh, sure he knew that Clyde meant well, but he also knew that he most likely wouldn't be letting this go so easily either. Especially with what this looked like from the outside.

When Craig gets home, he gets an ice pack and applies it to the spot the ball hit, to help cool the new swelling. Everything suddenly feels very messy as he lies down on his bed, and he isn't sure if things will start to get better or not.

…

Over the next few days, Kenny is still a no show and Craig's worry only grows more. But he also has a small relief from Clyde not telling the others what he had seen in the locker room. However, he instead felt that he had a more watchful eye on him, despite what Craig had told him.

The bruises on his arm and side had faded a little over time, but still hurt and left a deep color on his skin. And looking at them, he couldn't help but recollect what happened in the woods. If Kenny's brother was that strong, would he really be alright?

As Craig lies down on his back, carefully avoiding his side, he lets out a sigh, tired from another long day of school. He stays lying down for a few more minutes, before he gets up to grab his bag and gets to work on his schoolwork. When he finally finishes, after procrastinating a lot, he gets up and sets his work down on his dresser before heading to his bed. But as he passes by his window, something catches his eye in the light of the streetlamp outside.

He peers out at it and his eyes widen gradually as it registers just what it is. And before Craig knows it, he's leaving his room and rushing down the stairs through his house.

He rushes out of his house so fast, he forgets to put his shoes on. But he doesn't care, he wants to see the color again, the one he'd been yearning to see for a while now. Cool night air hits his face, as he glances around fast in search of it. He knew he wasn't seeing things. He saw him, he knew he did. Standing right over where he was looking. But he wasn't there now, he had moved. Moved somewhere else away from him.

Craig walks towards the streetlamp he saw him under and he looks up at its light, staring into it as his mind buzzes into a hollow hum.

"...Kenny," he says to himself, his tone almost as vacant as his stare. As he looks back down, he spots the color he had been searching for, now across the street under a different light, and he is suddenly moving before the word, "Kenny!" leaves his mouth again.

"You shouldn't be out here," Kenny says, as Craig reaches him. "Not at night."

"I don't care," Craig says, coming to a stop a few feet away from him, his eyes falling onto Kenny's glowing ones. "I was worried that something bad happened to you."

"Happened...?" Kenny repeats.

"Yeah, I didn't see you for a few days. I thought that maybe..." Craig trails off. "What are you doing out here anyways?" he asks instead.

"I'm... I need to keep watch."

"Over what?"

"You."

"What—why?"

"I know you don't like it, but I need to do it, to make sure Kevin won't try anything," Kenny explains.

"Try anything?" Craig repeats.

"You don't need to worry, I'll make sure things stay okay. And I shouldn't need to do it for too much longer," Kenny says.

"Too much longer?" Craig asks, "Wait, how long have you been watching over me? Since the following day in the woods?" Kenny doesn't reply though, and only looks elsewhere. "Why didn't you come see me?" Kenny remains quiet. "Kenny..." Craig says, his tone quiet.

"Craig, go back inside," Kenny tells him.

There's a twinge in Craig's chest at that. He wanted to see him again, and now that he did, he was being told to go away again. But he didn't want that. He didn't want to leave him again, that thought just made his chest tighter.

"Are you just going to stand outside all day and night to watch over me? Because people are going to think you're a creeper," Craig says.

"It's fine, no one will—"

"Here, come here," Craig says and grabs his arm, pulling him along. He guides him to the front of his house, before he lets go. "Wait here," he tells him, before rushing back inside his house. He shuts the front door, runs back up to his room, and hurriedly runs to his windows. He glances out of them, to see if Kenny is still there, which he is, and opens one of the windows. He then removes the screen from it and leans his upper half out of it. "Okay, come up!" he waves at him.

"Craig I—"

"Get in here now!" Craig says in a loud hush as he moves away from the window.

He figures Kenny would just use the tree next to his window, to climb up and get in. But what he did not figure, is Kenny jumping up to his 2nd story window, grabbing onto its ledge and quickly sliding into his room with one smooth motion.

"That works too," Craig says to himself.

He wasn't going to deny that he was mildly impressed by it. As he goes to shut the window. Kenny stops him, grabbing onto his wrist.

"Please, leave it open."

"Why?" Craig asks.

"Just... Please."

Craig gives a confused look, but does as he asks and instead places the screen back on it. This may have seemed like an elaborate plan, or a bit over the top, having Kenny come in through the window, but he didn't want to risk his family waking and seeing him sneak Kenny up the stairs. Because he was pretty sure, he wouldn't be able to explain away sneaking a dude into his room in the dead of night.

"If you're going to watch over me, then you might as well do it from in here," Craig says as he walks to his bed. "At least when it's dark out," he takes a seat on it and glances at Kenny, who is still standing in the same spot. "Well? Are you just going to stand there? Or come take a seat?" Kenny stays still for a few more seconds, before turning and slowly making his way over to him. He stops next to the bed and Craig pats a spot next to him. "sit," he instructs, "I want to talk to you about some stuff."

As he does, Craig takes a slow breath and tries to ignore the much closer proximity the two had now sitting on his bed. There's some images that flash through his mind from the last time they were both sitting on his bed, but he pushes them away. Right now he needed to focus and get answers. Answers for what the hell was going on with Kenny, and his suddenly now known brother.

"Alright, so," Craig starts, taking in another breath, "what the hell is going on? Why did you disappear? Why did your brother attack me? Also you have a brother? And what did he mean by 'you know the rules'? Just what is going on here? Why are you in this town, Kenny?" There's a long pause that follows as Craig gets out that last question. "Kenny please, I just want to understand what's going on..." he says quietly.

"...I thought the less you would know, the better," Kenny says, his attention focused elsewhere in the room now. "Thought it would keep you safer this way... Guess not," he pauses. "I'll start with the simple stuff first. Yes, I have a brother. And he isn't too fond of people, as you saw."

"Why?" Craig asks.

"Because we're different, and he doesn't think that anyone will understand us... and other reasons."

"Other? What do you mean?"

"Let's just say, the past can leave scars sometimes..."

Craig wants him to elaborate, but instead asks something else, not wanting to over step too much.

"What about you? You hang around people, but do you feel the same way he does inside?"

"No, unlike my brother, I actually think we can get along. Although I didn't really realize that till more recently."

"What made you realize it?" Craig asks, curious, and Kenny looks at him.

"You," he replies.

"Oh," Craig says, a bit surprised by the response.

"To be honest though, he actually doesn't want me around people at all. He was okay with me going to school after I talked to him a lot. The only real rule being that he didn't want me to talk with anyone as much as possible, because I was already putting everyone at risk."

"Everyone?" Craig asks, "There's more?"

"Yeah, my family," Kenny replies.

"How many of you guys are there?"

"Me, my brother, my sister and... my mom."

"I see," Craig says, surprised by this new info.

"Don't worry, my brother is the only real hostile one out of us," Kenny says, although he was trying to make it sound comforting, it didn't really help. "Truth be told though, he actually doesn't want me around you at all. He thinks you're too much of a liability to our family, it's part of why I was gone before," he adds and Craig's brows knit together at that. "I don't really care what he says though. I don't think you'll do anything that could be a danger to us, or rather, I know you won't, otherwise you would have by now." Craig ponders over it all, his thoughts wandering to what the rest of Kenny's family is like, and if he'd ever meet them. "As long as you don't end up alone with him. I don't think he'll try anything... He hasn't yet, but he could just be observing," Kenny adds. "I tried talking him down from attacking you as best I could, but only time will tell..."

"I see..." Craig replies distant, his thoughts already moving onto the next big question. "You said there was a reason for why you were here in this town before, right? What is it?"

"That's a bit hard to explain," Kenny says and Craig looks at him. "If I tell you, there really won't be any going back from this all."

"It's alright," Craig says, "besides, I don't think I could go back, even if I wanted too."

"If I tell you, things around you may start to change in your eyes. And anything you may know about this town, could change for you as well."

"Tell me," Craig tells him, unwavering from his choice. Kenny examines him once over, before he looks away.

"The main reason why I'm here, why my family is here, is because of a curse."

"A... curse?" Craig repeats confused.

"My family has a curse placed on it, one that doesn't make us like everyone else. So we're here to find a way to undo it."

"Wait—what? Why here?"

"Because a long time ago, a shaman in this town was the one that placed it on us."

"What...?" Craig says, his eyes widening. "Wait, how long ago was this?"

"Decades ago," Kenny replies.

"So does that mean you're..."

"Decades old? No," Kenny replies, "my father however was though. And was the last real link we had to finding out who we could've been looking for, before he... died." Kenny leans an elbow onto his knee and hunches forward. "We actually decided to come here after he died. Even though we wanted too many times before, he was always against it, wanted us to just forget about it and live off in the shadows. But mom didn't want that for us, and neither did I, so we went searching for this town. My brother was against it the whole time, but didn't leave us, he couldn't, we were family after all. Anyways, we eventually found this place and I enrolled in school, partly to learn about clues that could help us, and also because I was curious about how people interacted I guess. As you know, my brother was against it, but my mother was okay with it, and helped me convince him." Kenny sits back up then, "My mom actually agreed with Kevin's rule about keeping to myself as much as I could, and I did pretty well with it until..."

"That incident with the ball and I came along I guess?" Craig finishes saying for him. "Guess I really put a wrench in things, huh?" he laughs nervously, only now realizing how serious this had all become.

"Yeah," Kenny replies, and looks at him, "but it wasn't all bad."

Craig's chest flutters for a moment before he looks away to ask the next question.

"Why didn't you kill me after I saw your eyes? Now knowing what I know, I can't help but wonder about it."

"I'm not sure," Kenny replies.

"Did you think about it?" Craig asks.

"I did, but..." Kenny trails off, "I don't know. Maybe it was partly because you told no one, or maybe it was..." he pauses as he looks at him, "There's something about you."

"Something? What?"

"Just, something," Kenny replies. "It's been there since I first saw you..."

Craig gives a confused look, having no idea what he means. What exactly was this 'something' he is talking about? He wants to pry more, but doesn't, thinking that Kenny may tell him with time later. Besides, he needed to work on sorting out everything he was just told now, and how truly in over his head he is.

"Okay so, I think I get most of what you told me, except for... What happens if this curse on you breaks?"

"I'm not sure, I think we'd all go back to how we were, or would have been, had it not happened in the first place," Kenny says.

"Which is what exactly?"

"Human."

Craig's eyes widen at that.

"Wait—what?! Your family was all human before?!" Craig exclaims shocked.

"Yes," Kenny replies. "At least that's what we were told."

Craig's mind floods to new questions and what ifs, from this realization.

"So that's why you couldn't explain just what it is you were before," Craig thinks aloud.

A silence sets in around them, but Craig's mind is anything but that. He moves an arm while in thought and the bottom of the bruise mark slips out from under the sleeve, grabbing Kenny's attention.

"Are you okay?" Kenny asks and Craig looks at him, confused at first, until he sees where his eyes are.

"Oh, uh yeah, I'm fine," he replies.

For the most part, he was, although he couldn't lie on that side, and it hurt if anything pressed too hard against it. But other than that, he was okay.

"Can I see?" Kenny asks, lifting a hand to his sleeve, and Craig nods. Kenny lifts the sleeve up slowly and examines the bruise for a few seconds, before he gently runs his gloved fingers over it. "How's your side?" he asks, moving them away.

But before Craig even has a chance to respond, Kenny is sliding his hand under the bottom of his shirt and moving it up.

"H-hey! I can move it away on my own!" Craig exclaims and grabs his shirt, lifting it up.

He didn't need to feel the weird sensation of Kenny moving his clothes up his skin with his hand. Despite the strange shudder the thought gave him.

Craig reveals the full bruise on his side and Kenny examines it over as well, before he brings a hand to it and touches it. Craig winces a bit as the rough texture of his glove runs over the discolored skin.

"Does it hurt?" Kenny asks.

"It's just the texture of your glove is a bit rough is all," Craig replies.

For a moment, Kenny stays in place as if thinking something over, before he moves away and slowly takes off a glove. Craig's eyes can't help but stare as they rest on long bony joints revealing themselves from underneath it. His gaze travels up the protruding knuckles and other joints along the fingers and to the tips of the long sharp nails attached to them. They seemed so sharp in fact, that Craig was sure they could slash flesh if Kenny really wanted them too.

Kenny brings his hand back to his side and carefully places it flat against his skin, avoiding his nails from touching him. A cool shudder spreads through Craig at it, as Kenny's cold skin touches his warm one. Kenny's hand slowly starts to glide down from the top of the bruise to the bottom of it, and Craig's stomach can't help but visibly shiver from the cool sensation against it.

"It's cold," Craig murmurs, when Kenny stops to look up at him. But despite how cold it was, it felt nice against his injured skin. Almost as if soothing it.

Kenny's hand continues down then stops when it reaches the band of his sweatpants. Craig expects him to move his hand away, but instead feels as the side of his hand slips under it and pushes the band of his pants down the side of his hip until it's fully revealed.

Craig's face burns, Kenny's hand was too low and way too close to a certain area, more than what he was comfortable with right now. He couldn't deal with this, not with Kenny pulling the side of his pants so dangerously low like this, or how a certain area had small hair fibers now poking out from underneath his waistband. And he also certainly couldn't deal with how he was sure Kenny was looking there right now, and it was making something want to swirl and form in the lower part of his body, despite himself so desperately telling himself for it to go away.

"The bruise is pretty big," Kenny says.

"I know..." Craig replies.

Kenny's hand lightly squeezes Craig's hip and Craig has to do everything he can in order not to move his hips at the feeling of it. Kenny's grip loosens again and he moves his hand flat onto the corner of Craig's pelvic bone.

"It doesn't hurt too much does it?" Kenny asks, as his thumb runs along the bone.

It takes all Craig has, in order not to let that sound bubbling at the back of his throat come out, or shudder, or let something unwanted form in his pants next to Kenny's thumb.

"M'fine..." Craig mumbles, feeling Kenny's eyes on him. But much too focused on Kenny's hand right now to care. Wondering just how much longer it's going to stay there before the inevitable ends up happening to him.

But Craig's silent prayers are answered as Kenny moves his hand away.

"Well, as long as you're doing okay," Kenny says and puts his glove back on.

Craig lets out a quiet sigh and pulls his shirt back down. That was way too close, he thinks and lies down.

"Want me to put something on T.V?" he asks, looking at Kenny.

"No, it's alright," Kenny replies.

"You sure? You might get bored."

"I'm good."

Craig continues to look up at him, while Kenny faces elsewhere. There's a faint beat that skips as a sudden thought comes to mind.

"Why not lie down?" he asks.

Kenny looks over at him and Craig suddenly regrets opening his mouth to ask that.

"Next to you?" Kenny asks.

Embarrassment grows in Craig from the question and all he can do is nod in reply. Kenny slowly lies next to him, his eyes staring into Craig's whose face is now only mere inches away from him.

"Doesn't it feel uncomfortable wearing that coat all the time?" Craig asks.

"I'm used to it," Kenny replies.

"You should at least take off your hood," Craig says.

Kenny doesn't reply and Craig wonders if he shouldn't have said that. But he soon finds his hand moving towards Kenny's hood and taking it down before he can stop himself. Kenny doesn't object to it though, and lets him. Craig unconsciously runs his hand through Kenny's hair then, before it moves onto the side of his face and rests there. Something about Kenny was there that he only felt with him and no one else. Something that made him feel as if he could get lost in his eyes forever.

A desire grows.

"Can I..." Craig trails off, after thinking this might be a dumb idea and that he's probably pushed things far enough already.

"What is it?" Kenny asks

"It's nothing," Craig says and moves his hand away.

"Tell me."

"I just..." Craig starts, his face burning with more embarrassment, "was wondering if I could, lie closer is all."

Craig internally swears at himself for how dumb that sounded and how that probably came across as weird or something. He half expects Kenny to move away and leave, but is instead met with Kenny's arm wrapping under his head and his side meeting his own, as his forehead rests next to his chin now. The action causes Craig's heartbeat to skyrocket, despite him asking for this, he didn't think Kenny would actually do it.

"You don't think this is weird or anything?" Craig asks, after a couple seconds.

"Why would it be?" Kenny asks.

"It's just that... we're both guys and all..."

"Does it feel wrong to you?"

"No..." Craig murmurs.

"Then what does it matter?"

Craig falls silent at that, and lifts up a nervous hand and wraps it around Kenny's chest, ignoring the loud beating in his ears and trying to focus on Kenny's breathing and chest rising and falling instead.

"You should come back to school if you can," Craig says, "what easier way is there to watch over me, then to be beside me?"

"I guess so," Kenny laughs quietly, and Craig feels it rumble through him.

The two fall into a silence again, and at some point, Craig drifts off to sleep. When he comes to, it's morning and he's no longer in Kenny's arms. There's a twinge of disappointment at that, but he lets it go and spots the screen on the floor again and the window still opened. He wonders for a moment when Kenny left, before he gets up and places the screen back on it.

As he goes about getting ready for the last school day of the week, he briefly wonders if Kenny will be there today or not. Hoping more for the former, rather than the latter. However, when he arrives at his morning class, he feels nothing but disappointment from seeing Kenny's empty desk and chair.

Lunch comes and Craig heads off from his locker to meet his friends in the cafeteria, he stops on the way, spotting what appears to be Kenny standing at the end of the hall. As he makes his way over to him, the faint pulls of a smile play with the corners of his mouth.

"So you decided to show up," Craig says, when he reaches him.

"Just for lunch," Kenny replies.

"Well if I knew you were coming for lunch, I would have told my friends I couldn't join them today. I would have just gone straight to our spot."

"It's probably better this way," Kenny tells him, and Craig looks at him curiously. "Being indoors," he adds.

Craig doesn't need him to say more to know what he's implying. It was the lurking feeling he had been getting whenever he was alone outside.

"Is that why you met me inside today?" Craig asks and Kenny nods.

"You did say, 'what easier way is there to watch over you, then to be beside you'," Kenny says.

"Yeah, but I meant in class as well you know," Craig informs, "wait, have you been outside all day till now?"

"I need to make sure he won't do anything. So I've been keeping an eye on him as well from outside," Kenny explains. "He also won't see or hear us from inside, with everyone around."

"So you came inside only to watch me then?" Craig asks.

"That and..." Kenny trails off.

"And what?"

"I also wanted to see you."

Craig's heart skips. Even though it was something he had told Kenny himself before, hearing him say it back made the corners of his mouth tug up even more and he couldn't help but feel happy at it. But he quickly hides it, when remembering that there are a bunch of people around him, and he didn't want to look like an idiot smiling at Kenny, like he was a trance enamored fool or something. Instead he looks away and coughs.

"Oh, well—uh, do you want to come have lunch with me and my friends?" he asks.

"You don't think that'd be strange if I did?"

"Nah, they know I hang around you and stuff, so I don't think it would be," Craig replies, despite the voice in his head telling him it probably will be.

There's a small pause before Kenny finally nods a bit.

"Okay."

And the two continue onward to the cafeteria.

To say that Craig's friends just looked or glanced at them when they arrived at their table, would be a heavy understatement. If anything, as soon as they saw them, or rather, saw Kenny, they all pretty much stopped whatever it was they were doing prior and stared at them.

"Uh guys?" Craig says, trying to break the awkward air that was forming around them. "Kenny's going to join us today. Is that alright?"

Most of his friends continue to stare, aside from Jimmy, who had a smile now forming on his face, and Clyde who... looks as though he was somewhat scowling, at least that's what it looks like to Craig. And an image from the changing room comes back. Craig starts to then think that maybe this isn't such a good idea after all.

"S-sure," Jimmy says, piping up. "It's f-fine with m-me. Wh-what about you g-guys?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," Token says and scoots over more, to make room for them.

"Ngh—yeah," Tweek fidgets.

"I guess," Clyde says and looks at his food.

As Craig takes a seat with Kenny, he feels a bit of relief at being able to sit down now and not have the lingering eyes from nearby tables on them anymore. The glances from his friends continue though and Craig shifts a bit as he tries to think of what to say.

"So, what were you guys talking about?" he asks.

"Oh r-right," Jimmy speaks up. "we were p-planning on w-what t-to d-do, for the we-weekend."

"Oh, you mean for hanging out?" Craig asks.

"Yeah," Token replies.

"We're trying to think of where we should, ngh, go," Tweek says.

"Did you guys decide yet?" Craig asks.

"Not yet," Token replies, "right now we're stuck between, the usual restaurant we go to, or hanging out at my place."

There's a pause that falls.

"There's uh, also the fair this weekend," Tweek says.

"Oh yeah, there's that too," Token says.

"The fair?" Craig repeats.

"Yeah, it's this weekend," Token says.

Craig wasn't even aware that there was one coming up. But when recalling what time of the year it was, it made sense, as it was about that time again.

"Well if that's the case, maybe we sh-should go to that this weekend," Jimmy suggests.

"I'm down," Token shrugs.

"Okay," Tweek replies.

"Yeah," Craig says when they look at him.

"Clyde?" Jimmy asks, when he stays quiet. "Wh-what about you?"

"Yeah, sure," Clyde shrugs.

It's quick and short and unlike him, but nobody says anything about it.

"Wo-would you like to c-come along as well K-Kenny?" Jimmy asks, and everyone glances at Kenny.

There's a silence that falls, and Craig starts to think he may not reply.

"C-can he speak?" Tweek asks nervously, and they all glance at Craig.

He feels slightly awkward under their gazes and just as he's about to say something, he's cut off by a deep, "Yes."

For a moment, a wave of dumbfoundedness crosses Craig's friends faces, as they glance around curiously at where it came from, before their eyes land back on Kenny again.

"W-was that...?" Tweek asks and points at Kenny, hesitantly.

There's a small laugh that escapes Kenny at it and all their eyes widen in surprise. Truth be told, Craig has a hard time not letting a laugh escape as well, as his friends we're giving the same type of reaction as he did, when hearing Kenny speak for the first time. The reaction causes Tweek to quickly put his hand down.

"Well, I guess that answers that," Craig says, with a small smile, still trying not to laugh.

"Wait, which is he saying yes to?" Token asks.

"Both," Kenny replies.

There's still a bit of surprise at how deep Kenny's voice is, but they are quicker to respond this time.

"Al-alright then," Jimmy says, and Token and Tweek nod.

There's a sigh from Clyde, before he picks up his food tray and gets up to leave.

"Wh-where are you g-going C-Clyde?" Jimmy asks.

"I got to take care of some stuff, just text me or something later," Clyde replies and mumbles something under his breath.

It's too low for anyone to hear or catch, aside from Kenny, who silently watches Clyde walk away. When he's gone, the rest of Craig's friend group continue to talk about their plans for the weekend.

As lunch ends, and the... interesting interaction that was Craig's friends meeting Kenny passes, Kenny takes his leave for the remainder of the day. By the time night comes though, Craig wonders if he'll see him, like before and opens his bedroom window, removing the screen yet again. He stays up for as long as he can, hoping to see him, before eventually passing out. When he comes to, it's to the feeling of his bed dipping down near his feet, at the end of his bed. He looks down at it and spots that all too familiar shade of orange.

Craig smiles to himself as he focuses more on Kenny's back, that faced him.

"You came," he says, groggy.

"I didn't mean to wake you, sorry," Kenny says.

"It's okay," Craig tells him, "Do you want to lie down?"

"Not tired," Kenny replies.

"Oh, okay," Craig says, with some disappointment and lies back down.

As he closes his eyes and tries to sleep again, the spot next to him dips down a few minutes later, and he opens his eyes to Kenny lying next to him, facing towards the ceiling.

A small smile creeps it's way back onto Craig's face, as he closes his eyes again, leaning his head forward to touch Kenny's shoulder. Kenny looks at him for a moment, before looking back at the ceiling.

"Dangerous," he says quietly to himself.

But Craig doesn't hear the now distant word in his mind, as he falls back into his tired sleep. When he awakens, Kenny is gone again, but he isn't as disappointed as before, and goes to the window, placing the screen back on it before closing it.