Tweek
Tweek had never been to Clyde's house before.
He'd sort of known where it was, after all, it was right next to Craig's house. The Noirette had probably commented on it at least once or twice, but it hadn't quite registered. It wasn't like he'd had a reason to go there. Yes, he was Clyde's friend as well, but it had been Craig who'd been responsible for Tweek actually going anywhere. Since their usual choice of hangout was Token's house, for obvious reasons, Tweek had just never thought about Clyde's house.
It was normal. Currently, Tweek could do with some normal.
His tears had finally dried, during the walk from Cartman's house he'd managed to pull himself together in some small way, but Tweek was hardly calm. No, he felt like a nervous wreck. Clyde had tried his best to help Tweek feel better on the way there, but it hadn't done much good. Though he'd managed to forget this little fact after spending so much time around a person who could calm him down, Tweek was forced to remember that his panic attacks weren't usually so easily contained.
Of course he hadn't actually had a panic attack, no, Tweek was pretty sure he'd just broken into tiny pieces instead. The only thing still holding him together was his pasty pale skin, stretched tight over all the little shards that made up his bones and his organs and his scattered thoughts. If he fell, he'd turn to dust, nothing left of him but the memory of a broken boy who had never really had much worth in the first place.
Speaking of worthless, Tweek kind of wanted to die at that moment. He felt stupid for breaking down like that over something so small. Looking back on it, all the blond could remember was how devastated he'd felt to find Craig absorbed in his own life instead of paying explicit attention to him. No matter which way he looked at it, Tweek knew he was being selfish and overdramatic. There was no reason to cry over something like this. He shouldn't be upset.
But he still was, he still felt like he was dying, he still wished that he could simply cease to exist because that would be much easier than dealing with this.
The weight around his shoulders suddenly lifted as Clyde pulled away so he could dig around for a key. Standing there numbly, his arms still hugging his chest, Tweek stared at the ground as the boy cursed several times before there was a subtle click. Allowing Clyde to grab for his arm, Tweek glanced up and found the brunet watching him worriedly. Behind his eyes, the blond could almost see the remanence of that anger he'd showed when he talked to Craig and its presence made him twitch violently before letting out a whimper.
"Come on Teacup," Clyde insisted, carefully pulling him through the door of his house. "There's no point standing outside." Shuffling through the door, Tweek stood there numbly as he watched his friend close the door behind him and lock it once more. He wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. Unlike when he was around Craig, the silence here felt awkward, though that might have been because of everything else that had happened.
Mind inevitably wandering to Craig, Tweek remembered the boy's confused face when he'd run up to him the first time and it made his chest ache. Rubbing at the pain ineffectually, Tweek had an abrupt flash of fear run through him as he wondered if Craig was upset at him for leaving. Jesus, what if he's pissed at me! I shouldn't have left, but I just didn't want to deal with him! I didn't want him to see me cry, I don't want him to know what a bad person I am. Shaking harder, Tweek found his hands crawling up into his hair.
"Tweek?" Clyde asked, clearly confused as to what was wrong now.
Oh god, he probably thinks I'm a coward and he hates me now! "JESUS WHY DID WE LEAVE?!" Tweek screeched, the pressure in his head getting to be too much to contain. Yanking on his hair hard enough to make his scalp ache, the blond trembled and moaned in terror.
"Hey, it's okay," Clyde attempted to say, reaching for him, which only made Tweek recoil as fear started to cloud his vision. "Tweek, come on, what's wrong?"
"EVERTHING!" Tweek all but screamed, his whole body convulsing in violent shivers. I screwed up! This is all my fault! Why did I even have to get upset in the first place, Craig did nothing wrong! He's never going to even look at me again and then I think I really will die! THAT'S TOO MUCH PRESSURE! "I'M GONNA –GHN- DIE!"
"Hey! Teacup, chill!" Clyde grabbed his wrists and firmly pulled his hands out of his hair, snapping Tweek out of his panic for a moment. Oh god, I'm trapped, I can't get away, why is he keeping me here why?! Struggling to get free, Tweek only succeeded in wrenching his arm painfully, which in turn forced him to take several deep breaths in an attempt to calm down. "Come on, what's wrong?" Tweek didn't want to answer, but Clyde just kept staring at him pointedly, the worry in his eyes battling with an attempt at composure.
Swallowing any number of things he could have yelled, Tweek struggled to put himself back together enough that he could answer. "C-Craig's going to –ngh- h-hate me for leaving, isn't he?" the blond mumbled, still shaking badly. "Jesus, h-he's never gonna talk to me again! I made such an idiot of m-myself…"
Waiting till he'd finished, Clyde gave Tweek a pointed look and firmly said, "He's not going to hate you Teacup, and if he does then he'll have to get over himself because I won't let him act like that to you over something so small. If he doesn't like that we left, he can suck it up." Involuntary sounds escaping from his throat, Tweek anxiously nodded and tried to believe what Clyde was saying, even though he wanted to scream about it some more. "Besides, Craig should be the one worrying because he's the one who screwed up."
WHAT? Shaking his head frantically, Tweek clenched his fists before squawking, "N-No! This is all my fault! Craig didn't –rrr- do anything wrong!" When Clyde just raised an eyebrow at him, Tweek pulled his hands free so he could clutch at the Manbearpig pelt and insist, "He was just with his –grrr- girlfriend, he- he didn't…" Biting his lip to hold back the horrible sick feeling that attacked Tweek's insides, the blond shook his head and muttered, "I've already told you I'm th-the fucked up one."
Huffing out a breath, Clyde crossed his arms before saying, "You're not screwed up Tweek, it was just… Just a series of unfortunate events or something, okay?" Carefully grabbing Tweek's wrist, his grip light enough that Tweek could pull away if he wanted, Clyde said, "I get it, things are really confusing right now, but just… forget about Craig for a bit, alright?"
Eyes traveling up to Clyde's face nervously, Tweek let out a soft sound before muttering, "How do I stop thinking about it?" Rubbing at his chest again with his free hand, the blond mumbled, "Ngh- It r-really hurts, I just want it to s-stop hurting."
"I know," Clyde said, pulling Tweek deeper into his house, keeping his gaze trained on the blonde's face the whole time. It looked like he wanted to say more, but he couldn't find the words, so he just kept tugging Tweek along while watching him sympathetically. As they reached the base of the stairs, Clyde stopped and took a breath before saying, "Y'know Teacup, sometimes it doesn't just stop hurting?"
Jerking, Tweek let out a cry at that and his free hand flew to his hair. Why would he say something like that?! Jesus, what if I'm actually dying, what it that's why it won't stop hurting! Emotions aren't supposed to feel like this! I just want Craig to make it better, but he's with Bebe right now and I'm already screwing their relationship up enough. They haven't even been together a week, why am I acting like this!?
Scratching the back of his neck, Clyde muttered, "Ah, shit, that sounded really bad. Token would be better at explaining this." Looking at the ceiling as if he might find answers there, Clyde finally looked back at the panicking Tweek and said, "Some things really really hurt Tweek, and sometimes there isn't an easy answer? I don't know, I just know that when my mom died it really sucked, and the thing that I wanted that would have made it better was her, but she couldn't exactly come back, so it's not like I had an easy solution. Maybe this isn't the same, but I guess what I'm trying to say is not all problems work out right away. You just have to figure out how to be happy despite them, you know?"
When Tweek just stared at him, his mouth open slightly, Clyde puffed out a breath and said, "Yep, it's confirmed, I'm horrible at explaining things." Letting out an awkward laugh, the boy said, "Come on Teacup, let's get you some warmer clothes, and then we'll do something that doesn't have anything to do with Craig."
Nodding numbly, Tweek put his head down and followed Clyde up the stairs. He felt a little worse, acting like this when he was around Clyde. Though he didn't often think about it, he knew that Clyde's mom had died when he was young and yet he was so happy, you wouldn't have known. Tweek felt horrible, acting like he had a reason to be upset when he was talking to someone who had every right to feel miserable. But at the same time, if Clyde had managed to be happy after something so tragic, then maybe he could feel better too.
Though he couldn't quite push Craig from his mind, considering how big a part of his life the Noirette had become, Tweek did succeed in controlling his shaking somewhat and he let go of his hair as well. Maybe he was still upset, but Clyde was here, offering him some way to forget about his problems for a little while, so Tweek figured he should take it. Besides, I don't want to talk to Craig right now. I'll just start crying if I see him, and if he asks why I'm upset, I won't have a good answer.
As Clyde pushed open his bedroom door and pulled Tweek in after him, he quickly started digging about in one of his drawers, calling over his shoulder as he did so, "I know that my stuff won't fit you, but you wear Craig's clothes and it doesn't kill you, so this probably will be fine too, right?" Making a non-committal sound, Tweek wiggled out of his weapons' belts and tossed the Manbearpig pelt over them. He felt exposed without anything on, and he couldn't help but cross his arms over his chest as he shivered. Thankfully, it didn't take Clyde long to find something.
Pulling out a long sleeved shirt with the words, I'm Just That Awesome, printed on it in faded letters, Clyde looked it over before tossing it to Tweek. Fumbling it, the blond let out a yelp before scrambling for it and struggling into the shirt. It felt weird wearing someone else's clothing when it wasn't Craig's, but he didn't want to complain, so he just bit his lip and fussed with the sleeves, which were indeed too long.
Apparently satisfied with his job, Clyde watched Tweek for a moment with furrowed brows before brightening and excitedly saying, "Oh! I just remembered, there's something I've been wanting to show you!" Grabbing for a sweater, which had been haphazardly thrown onto the floor at some point, Clyde quickly pulled it over Tweek's head, forgetting to let him put his arms in, all the while saying, "I mean, I've been meaning to show you and Token and Craig for a while now, but we're so busy with the game and it's always dark out when we get home and besides, I haven't had it finished. I only just got it all together now! You're going to love it Teacup!"
Feeling mildly stunned by Clyde's exuberance, a common occurrence for Tweek when it came to Clyde, the blond just allowed himself to be pulled along after the brunet by one of the unused sweater sleeves as the boy hurried them both out of his room and down the stairs. "I guess it's really silly of me to have even made it at all, but I'm still pretty proud of it, you know? I mean sure, I don't have any reason to use it and I got most of the materials from really weird places, but you're still going to love it!"
"W-what is it?" Tweek asked, wiggling his arms in an attempt to push them through the arm holes of Clyde's sweater without hurting himself. "Jesus man, is it something bad? Are you m-making a bomb or something?!" At the idea of a nuclear warhead just standing around in the back of Clyde's backyard where anyone could set it off, Tweek twitched violently and screeched, "OH GOD, ITS G-GONNA BLOW UP EVERYTHING MAN!"
Chuckling, as if the idea of wiping South Park off the map wasn't at all concerning, Clyde pulled Tweek through his kitchen and said, "No, it's not a bomb Teacup, I'm not smart enough to build one of those." Stopping for a moment, almost as an afterthought, Clyde quickly darted towards the old coffee machine sitting on the counter and fumbled with the coffee pot, moving it over to the sink so he could fill it with water. Glancing back at Tweek, who had finally managed to struggle into the sweater properly, only to realize that it was on backwards, Clyde jerked his head towards the coffee pot and asked, "You want coffee?"
Twitching, unable to deny the wash of relief that ran through him just at the idea of coffee, Tweek remembered his spilled expresso from earlier that morning and said, "Y-yeah, that would be great!" Fiddling with the cuffs of Clyde's sweater, still wishing he was wearing his own clothing instead, or better yet, something of Craig's, Tweek twitched his gaze towards the back door and mumbled, "S-so if it's not a bomb, what is it?"
"Patience, young padawan," Clyde said wisely, before breaking down into giggles. "Come on Teacup, don't worry so much. I wouldn't make something horrible. I promise." As he turned on the coffee maker and swiveled back to face Tweek, Clyde's eyes lit up and he said, "So, are you gonna tell me what it was like to attack the Elven Kingdoms? I heard something about you fighting Kyle, did you really fight the High Jew Elf himself?"
"Jesus man, he w-was so powerful!" Tweek exclaimed, pulling at his hair as he remembered Kyle's powers. "It thought he was going to kill me!"
"Tell me what happened though!" At Clyde's insistent words, Tweek found himself tentatively recounting the story of the battle. Though it made him think of Craig, and thoughts of the boy made the alien in his chest get upset, Tweek couldn't help but smile as he told Clyde about fighting Kyle. By the time the coffee was done, he was bouncing about the kitchen, waving an imaginary club as he screeched about the battle and how crazy it had been. Through it all, Clyde watched with rapt attention, which, though Tweek tried not to think about it, was exactly what he'd wanted Craig to do.
"Man Teacup, you always get to do the cool stuff," Clyde said, waiting as Tweek scrambled to fill the ancient thermos the brunet had offered him with coffee. "I know that Cartman sort of hates you two, but you still manage to be really cool."
"Ngh- Y-you're still cooler than me!" Tweek insisted, jamming the cap onto Clyde's thermos and allowing himself to be pulled once more for the back door. "I'm not cool at all, y-you've still been doing this for longer than the rest of us!"
"Not by much Teacup, besides-" Clyde ruffled the boy's hair playfully before pushing open the door. "I don't get to wear war paint every day." Considering the conversation done, Clyde half pushed, half pulled Tweek out the door before sweeping his arms wide and announcing, "BEHOLD, MY CASTLE!"
Looking up slowly because he had to, his mouth slowly falling open as he did so, Tweek looked up at the massive fort, its towers and walls putting to shame everything that Cartman and Kyle had combined. The whole thing was done in rather mismatched building materials, and it was all constructed around the giant tree in the middle of Clyde's yard. It was bright and happy looking, despite the fact that its size made it a little daunting. Only the roofs matched, all of them shingled in a cheerful red.
"So, whactcha think?" Pulling Tweek forward before he could answer, Clyde all but dragged Tweek over to the small moat he'd made and the drawbridge that was still in varying shades of graying wood. Yanking it down, making the brick pillars on either side of it tremble slightly, Clyde continued, "I mean, I know it's not all that cool, but I've worked really hard on it."
"Clyde –ngh- it's awesome," Tweek said, his voice a hushed breath. Twitching, he looked over the castle once more, amazed that his friend had made something like this. "Why did you m-make something like this?" Following the boy up the happy wooden stairs that lead to the main building, Tweek looked at the cobbled together wooden archway that lead into the lower level. It was all so much to take in, he was struggling to keep his jaw from hitting the floor.
"You really think so?" Clyde asked, his eyes wide and happy at Tweek's words. Grinning from ear to ear, the boy said, "Well, I mean, I don't think I'm going to use it for anything, but it's still an epic fort, and I dunno, I always thought that if Cartman was mean to you, we could all just leave the Humans and form a new faction over here and this could be our castle."
Looking at the huge tree trunk in the middle of the room and the upper floor it supported, Tweek glanced at Clyde and said, "Jesus man, y-you don't really mean that!" When Clyde just kept grinning, he stared around, feeling slightly lost at the idea of this being his castle. It was all too easy to picture Craig being there as well, Token too, just the four of them against the rest of the world. They'd be able to do it though, of that Tweek was certain. Even though everything had become so screwed up, Tweek could still picture what it would have been like if all of the bad things that had been happening were to go away. "That would be s-so cool."
"I know, right?" Slinging an arm over Tweek's shoulders, Clyde gestured widely and said, "Just think of it Teacup, I could be the king, and you and Craig could be my commanders, and Token could be, I dunno, the priest or something. We'd kick so much ass." Jumping, as if remembering something else, Clyde was suddenly pulling Tweek along once more, headed for the ladders that would take them higher up. "If you think this is awesome, wait until you see the top!"
Twitching, even as he followed Clyde, Tweek found himself asking, "Have you ever th-thought about leaving the Humans anyway?" Stopping on the level above Tweek, Clyde was silent for a moment as he watched the blond climb. Feeling self-conscious about his question, Tweek shivered and yelped, "NEVERMIND! F-FORGET I ASKED!"
"No, it's fine," Clyde said, helping Tweek up so he could head for the next ladder. "I have thought about it actually." Starting to scale the next ladder, even as he kept talking, Clyde continued, "I mean, it sounds really stupid, but I feel like I get forgotten when you and Craig are doing such awesome things. I guess this whole thing with Bebe sometimes just feels like one hit too many. I do wonder if it would be better just to become my own entity so that I could do what I wanted and be awesome without other people to tell me who to be."
Staring at the boy as he followed him up the ladder, Tweek twitched and found himself saying, "D-don't leave, okay Clyde! Th-the game wouldn't be fun anymore without you." Shivering, Tweek mumbled, "I m-mean, the reason I wanted to join at all was –ghn- because you told such cool stories about it!" It had also been because of Craig who had clearly wanted to join as well, but Tweek would have probably been too scared to do anything if it hadn't been for Clyde's encouragement.
Smiling at him, his eyes going soft, Clyde said, "Thanks Teacup, I'm glad that someone still wants me around." Laughing at Tweek's yelp, the boy insisted, "Come on! We're wasting time, it's so cool up there!" Showing Tweek how to use the tire swing he had hanging from the ceiling to get up to the next platform, Clyde caught the blond before he could fall off the ledge and pushed him over to the ladder, urging him to go up first. "I know it's really tall, but I wanted it to be amazing."
As he moved out onto the significantly more rickety ledge, Tweek had a sudden image of himself toppling to the ground and he hugged the side of the castle, his eyes shut tight. "JESUS MAN THIS IS SO D-DANGEROUS!"
"No it's not!" Passing by the shivering form of Tweek, Clyde danced out over the terrifying drop on the thin wooden bridge out to one of the side turrets and wheeled up the grate he had over the door of the main tower. "I mean, okay, maybe a little, but it's sooo worth it. Trust me!" Scampering through the door, eager to be out of the open air, Tweek looked around the brightly lit room in amazement, awed at how much time Clyde had put into this.
Walking in behind him, Clyde made a picture frame with his fingers and said, "I can just picture it, if anyone attacked the castle and got this far, this is where you and Craig would fight them off." Pointing to the little alcoves at the bottom, he said, "Craig would sneak out from there, and you'd jump off of that platform up there and scare them!"
Shivering, Tweek shook his head and mumbled, "No way man, I'm n-not that cool!"
Shrugging, Clyde said, "I think you are." Already tired of talking, Clyde raced over to the rope ladder and swarmed up it like he'd done it a million times before. "Come on Teacup, we're almost there."
Following him, imagining fighting off people in here with Craig's help, Tweek had to admit that it did sound pretty fun. As long as I'm with Craig, most things are fun. The moment he thought about the Noirette however, he felt his stomach twist so he shoved the thoughts into the back of his head so he could follow Clyde through the green curtains up a flight of badly built stairs. Breezing through the small hall and through the door labeled throne room, Clyde caught Tweek before he could trip and fall off of the narrow path.
"Careful Teacup," the boy chuckled, pulling him over to the throne room. It wasn't so much a room as it was a pavilion, with a balcony stretching around the whole thing. Keeping a tight hold on Clyde's arm as the boy carefully lead him over the bridge to the final level of the castle, Tweek twitched as the brunet pulled him around the throne and too the edge of the castle. "This is what I wanted to show you."
Looking out, Tweek's eyes widened to the sizes of saucers as he looked over the whole of South Park. Wandering over to the other sides of the impressive tower, Tweek looked over and saw in the distance both Kupa Keep and the Elven kingdoms. Though he couldn't make out any people from where he was, he could imagine all of the kids over there and it made something in him hurt. Sure, Clyde's castle was amazing, but Craig was over there, and all Tweek wanted was to see the boy. But what would I say to him? What am I even doing?
"Go on, say it." Turning to Clyde sharply, Tweek let out an involuntary noise as the boy watched him, a slight smile on his face. When Tweek just twitched in confusion, Clyde looked out over the view as well and threw his arms out, like if he jumped off the edge, he'd fly. "Come on, I saw the look on your face. You're still upset about the whole thing with Craig. So just say it. Yell it! Just let it out, why you're upset. Token says it helps if you talk about your problems." Chuckling, Clyde added, "Well, I don't really like talking about my problems, and I don't expect you to want to try and talk about it either. But I promise if you yell up here, no one will be able to hear you but me."
Twisting back to the long drop down, Tweek clutched the rough railing tight enough to feel the splinters working their way into his skin and shivered, trying to figure out what he'd even yell. Except that wasn't the point, right? Clyde isn't going to hate me for it, so why not? So instead of trying to word something that made sense, he just opened his mouth and yelled the first thing that came to mind.
"RRR- I W-WISH THAT CRAIG AND BEBE HAD N-NEVER STARTED DATING!" As his own words echoed back at him, Tweek cringed back and bit his lip, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Oh god, I look so stupid, why did I just do that?
"CARTMAN IS A FATASS AND KENNY IS A SHITTY PRINCESS WHO DEFINITLY ISN'T THE FAIREST IN THE LAND!" Leaping back, almost tumbling over the railing, Tweek jerked around to find Clyde grinning at him, his hand still cupped around his mouth. Did he just yell that? Chuckling, Clyde said, "Come on, it's your turn now. Keep yelling Teacup."
Turning back to face the open air, Tweek found the words already bubbling in his gut. With a screech, Tweek yelled, "THIS WHOLE GAME IS S-STUPID AND I WISH THAT THINGS WOULD JUST GO BACK TO NORMAL!" Dissatisfied with this, Tweek followed that up with, "I HATE –GHN- KENNY FOR MAKING CRAIG DATE BEBE! I WISH THEY'D BREAK UP!"
As if this had been the right thing to do, Clyde put both hands to his mouth and yelled, "I HATE IT WHEN THIS GAME MAKES ME SKIP LUNCH, I REALLY WANTED TACOS TODAY!"
"I WISH I WASN'T F-FUCKED UP! I WISH I WERE –RRR- NORMAL!"
Despite his own conflicting emotions, Tweek couldn't help but smile as Clyde followed up his words with, "DAMNIT TOKEN, DON'T TELL ME THAT CRYING MAKES ME LOOK LIKE A BABY. I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT TWEEK THINKS MY TEARS ARE VERY MANLY!"
"YEAH, IT'S OKAY T-TO CRY!" Tweek agreed, finding himself laughing as Clyde grinned like an idiot. "YOU'RE ALL JUST IDIOTS! F-FUCK THIS GAME AND FUCK THIS –NGH- TOWN!" As an afterthought, Tweek added, "AND TACOS SOUND REALLY GOOD RIGHT NOW."
Laughing, Clyde fell backwards from the railing so he could sit on the floor of the tower and clutch at his sides. "Man, I'm so glad that Craig made friends with you, you're awesome Teacup."
Twitching, Tweek stumbled back from the railing and tumbled to the floor as well, only just now remembering the thermos he had held under his arm. Pulling it out and gulping down several sips, the blond looked over at the brunet and softly said, "D-do you think it's wrong for me to be upset about Craig and Bebe –rrr- dating?"
"Nah, it's fine," Clyde assured Tweek, leaning back so he could lay out across the floor of his fort. "Heck, I'm upset about it too. I know I said we needed to be good friends for him, but it sucks." Letting out a long sigh, the boy twisted so he could look up at Tweek. "I think it's normal for us to be upset though. I really wanted to date Bebe, so I'm jealous of Craig right now. And I think you're jealous too."
WAIT WHAT?! I DON'T WANT TO DATE CRAIG WHY WOULD I BE JEALOUS? Letting out a screech, Tweek ended up tumbling backwards, the thermos rolling away from him across the floor. "JESUS, I'M –ngh- NOT INTERESTED IN CRAIG ROMANTICALLY WHY WOULD I BE JEALOUS!?"
"Who said anything about liking him romantically?" Clyde sounded genuinely confused. "Tweek, you don't need to think of someone romantically to be jealous."
Feeling his whole body go hot with shame, Tweek let out a yelp and scrambled to hide behind Clyde's throne. Oh god, why did my mind go there? He never said anything about romantic stuff, I just assumed because he was talking about Bebe! Now I look so weird, why did I say anything!? He twitching violently and yanked on his hair, wishing he could sink through the floor and just fall to his death already. Jesus, what's wrong with me! "I JUST ASSUMED!" Tweek yelled at Clyde, hiding his face in his knees. "I'M SORRY!"
"No, it's fine." Crawling around the corner so he was sitting facing Tweek, Clyde said. "Why did you think I meant it like that?"
"I don't know," Tweek mumbled into his legs. "W-what other ways can you –ghn- bejealousjesus!"
"I dunno, I was pretty jealous when Craig started hanging out with you." Nudging Tweek with his toe, Clyde continued, "I felt like you were stealing away my friend, but then I started to realize that Craig still remembered me, and you were just an addition. And besides, you're pretty cool so I couldn't be that upset. Things change, you just need to get used to it."
Peaking up at Clyde, Tweek shivered and said, "D-do you think I'll –ghn- get used to Craig and Bebe dating?"
Shrugging, Clyde said, "Probably. You've just got to remember that at the end of the day, Craig's still your friend and he really does care about you."
Hugging his knees tightly, twitching, Tweek mumbled, "Okay…"
Clyde opened his mouth to say something else, but there was the sound of something buzzing and he stopped so he could pull his phone out of his pocket. Frowning as he looked at the screen, most of the joy that had been on his face earlier draining from it, Clyde muttered, "It's Craig." Twitching at the name, Tweek gripped his legs a little tighter as Clyde said, "He wants to talk to you. What do you want to do Teacup?"
Shivering, Tweek looked at the ground and mumbled, "I- I don't know."
Pressing his mouth into a firm line, Clyde said, "Then don't." Getting to his feet and pulling Tweek up as well, the brunet said, "You can stay over tonight and talk to him tomorrow. We'll watch Red Racer and do stupid things and you won't have to think about it at all."
Nodding slowly, Tweek managed a small smile. "Th-thanks Clyde."
"Any time Teacup," Clyde said, before suddenly crushing Tweek in a hug. "You're my friend too after all." Right about then, Tweek was pretty sure he needed all the friends he could get. Allowing Clyde to pull him towards the exit, the blond cast one last glance towards Kupa Keep before turning away decisively. He could talk to Craig when he was ready.
For now, he just wanted to forget.
