Craig blinked open his eyes, and immediately regretted it. His head was pounding, and he was ready to strangle someone for a glass of water. His arm was numb, his entire body was hot and when he turned over- "What the fuck?" Tweek was cuddling him- No. /He/ had an arm wrapped around Tweek.

He laid still, trying to recall what had happened the night before. They were wearing clothes, which was a good sign. At least he wouldn't have to worry about not remembering having slept with his best friend... but why were they in bed together? All the thinking was making the pounding worse, and he was starting to feel queasy.

"Nnn- Where..." The blonde sat up and rubbed at his eyes, the dark bags beneath painfully apparent. He turned and saw his friend laying beside him, and his eyes widened as he remembered where he was. "Oh Jesus! GAH- Craig! You're awake!"

Craig took a deep breath, the noise doing a number on his aching head. "Tweek, we can talk in a bit. I need a glass of water or I am going to throw up on the both of us." He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to steady his breathing. 'What the hell happened last night? He could remember being at Token's and then...'

"Oh God please don't- NNG- I'll go get some." Tweek cursed himself for falling asleep. He watched the sun rise from the corner of his eye that morning, and he must have dozed off after that. What if Craig's parents came home while he was in the kitchen and thought he was a thief? What if the cops saw him through the window and came in to interrogate?! ...Tweek grabbed a bottled water from the fridge and rushed up the stairs as quickly as his legs would allow.

"Here you go Craig- GHH!"

The raven haired boy took a deep breath in, and drank as much water as his stomach would allow him to consume without being sick. He slowly opened his eyes and met his friend's, before averting his gaze down to the bed. "Tweek, I'm... pretty fuzzy on what happened last night."

Tweek twitched, twiddling with his thumbs and thinking about what he should say. "You ahh- You were really drunk at Token's! I found you on the street outside of his house."

A moment of embarrassment passed over Craig's face before he regained composure, returning to his normal complacency. "God, I must have looked like such an idiot."

"I-It's okay- probably... I think you GAH- left before things got bad."

"So what happened next?" Craig said, trying not to act like he cared as much as he did.

"Well... I carried you home. You're- GGH- really heavy you know!" Tweek laughed a bit, trying to relax Craig. They'd been friends so long, he could tell when he was tense.

"You carried me home? /You/? This twiggy boy in front of me?" Craig chuckled, but he must have gotten home somehow... to think he was such an idiot to have needed another boy to physically carry him.

Tweek scowled. "You're lucky that I NNG- did it at all! It was a lot of GAH- pressure making sure you were okay!"

Craig took a few sips more of his water, and attempted to sit up against his headboard. "Okay Tweek, I believe you." He paused, unsure of how to ask why he had woken up cradling his friend. He hoped to God he hadn't said anything stupid. Then again, Tweek was still here which meant nothing too terrible had happened. "Did anything else happen?" He held back a grimace.

Tweek paused, fidgeting with his hands more than before. "NNG..." He looked everywhere but at Craig, while his mind raced to find the words. 'You said you were glad it was me here with you, and then you cuddled me saying that you were lonely', is what the truth was. Of course, that would mean embarrassing them both. "Not really, AAH- you passed out as soon as we stumbled into your room." Tweek bit his lip, a habit that wasn't exactly unusual, though Craig knew that he was most likely not telling the entire truth.

"Well okay Tweek, if you say so." He watched as the blonde twitched more than normal, realizing that he probably hadn't had his coffee for the morning. Upon mention, Tweek perked right up. "I'd love some! GGH- if that's okay? But you're sick I should really be taking care of you- Oh God that's a lot of pressure, maybe I should just go-"

"Tweek, your panicking is hurting my head, calm down." Craig forced himself up out of bed, grabbing hold of the bedpost to steady himself. He took a deep breath as a wave of nausea overcame him, forcing it back. "I want some coffee too, let's go downstairs and make some, then watch some Red Racer or something."

The blonde nodded and followed behind his friend, frantically worrying about having to catch him or Craig vomiting on the floor. Oh God- he really, really didn't want to be around vomit. He thought to himself that he would leave immediately if Craig was throwing up- maybe try to get Stan over or something. That kid was always throwing up in elementary school.

Craig shoved a hot cup of coffee at Tweek, interrupting the blonde's thoughts. "Here you go Twitchy, go sit down."

Tweek smiled at the nickname, Craig hadn't called him that in awhile. It was good to spend time with his friend again, he hadn't been able to see him nearly as much now that they were both attending school again. Things were normal. At least, as normal as they could be the night after your best friend had his arms wrapped around you while he muttered things you couldn't understand right to your ear. "GAH!" Tweek yelped, his face growing warm with the memory. He couldn't believe that Craig had forgotten- he had forgotten, right? Oh Jesus- what if he was only pretending to forget so that things wouldn't get uncomfortable?! That would be a lot of pressure for him, and he didn't want that.

"Err, Craig?" Tweek mumbled, almost immediately regretting speaking up.

"What's up?" He didn't move his eyes from the TV, taking slow sips from the hot coffee as the action hero flashed across the screen.

"Craig i-if something was going on- NNG- you'd tell me right?" He pulled at the collar of his shirt uncomfortably, focusing on his cup of coffee with his legs pulled up to his chest.

Craig furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"

Deep breaths. "W-well I just- thought that if you wanted to cuddle- GAH- that would be okay. I don't think it's weird... or anything." He tried to get his legs to stop bouncing as he spoke, but the caffeine was starting to kick in.

The raven-haired boy turned from the screen to stare blankly at his friend. "...You want to cuddle."

"GAH- That's not what I meant, I just- oh Jesus-"

"Tweek, calm down. You didn't sleep well last night, did you?"

"No that's not- NNG!" The blonde wrapped his fingers in his hair, tugging in frustration. "Nevermind, I can't explain it!"

Craig wrapped his hand around the other's shoulder, pulling him close. " S'fine dude, calm down." He continued sipping coffee and staring at the TV, trying not to let on that his head felt like it was going to burst from his skull.

Tweek sat wide-eyed, his friend once again close in and holding him. 'This wasn't what I meant- Oh Jesus... Did I want him to hold me?' He was fidgeting with the handle of his coffee cup, not even remotely invested in what appeared on the television screen. Was this normal? Maybe he was over-thinking things again. People were always telling him that he was paranoid. This was probably fine.

After another hour of Red Racer, and a few muttered comments between the boys, Tweek headed home. He wasn't happy about the meaning of his words getting skewed, but at least Craig had affirmed that he wasn't hiding anything from him. He could clear things up later- for now he really needed to head home and sleep for awhile.

Craig Tucker could swear that having an arm around Tweek had given him a sense of de-ja-vu. For a moment, he reminisced in how the scent of coffee seemed to perpetually linger around the boy from working in the shop. It was comforting; it was normal. For Craig, normal was all he wanted from life. Sitting alone in this empty house was... normal. He clicked the television volume a few notches higher, and tried not to think about it too much. With a grunt, he decided to make himself another cup of coffee.

His phone buzzed, and he lazily flipped it open. It was Clyde.

'Dude, we need to talk. Are you free tomorrow?'

'Yeah, what's up?'

'Nothing, come meet me at the diner tomorrow around noon alright?'

Craig sighed, and texted back a confirmation. He didn't expect to get much out of Clyde over the phone, nor did he care to waste his time trying. He took a long whiff of his coffee, before burning his mouth on the freshly-made brew. He didn't like it when life got noisy... he wanted to go back to sleep, the smell of fresh coffee lingering in the air. He would deal with the world later on.