Outside of the dark beach house, it was quiet and peaceful with the tide coming in and out. Through the windows it could be seen that most all of the lights were off. Excepting one room on the second floor, that had a flash of white light every so often. Like lightning, only inside.

Inside, Craig looked over his camera at Tweek, who was still talking. And shaking. And crying.

"A-A-And I'm sorry that I w-was stupid enough to l-let T-T-Token get m-me to jump o-off the roof ag-g-gain." He stuttered with his spasms and his sobs as he wiped at his eyes. He hiccupped with every other word, red faced from the wine he had finished long ago.

Craig put his camera down on the floor and crawled across the bed to where Tweek sat against the head board. He kissed the blonde and pulled back to look at him sadly. "You don't have to do anything, Tweek." He kissed him again.

"Don't let anyone bully you into thinking that. Not Token. Not your parents. Not even me," Craig said on Tweek's lips. Tweek bit the inside of his cheek and nodded quickly, knowing if he tried to talk he would never be able to stop.

Craig wrapped his arms around him and held him close. "You don't have to do anything," He said again. "Unless you want to."

Tweek by now had finally stopped crying, and he leaned on Craig, holding onto his shirt. "Anything?" He asked in a broken, drunk voice.

"Anything." Craig repeated.

Tweek breathed a sigh and smiled weakly. He looked up at Craig, still smiling but red-eyed, and kissed him. "Can we go out on the beach tomorrow and take pictures? And the pier too?"

Craig smiled and nodded. "Of course." That was one disaster taken care of. Then his smile faded a little as he remembered something grim. "Tweek, I ne-"

Then Tweek's phone went off in his pocket, causing him to jump in Craig's arms as it surprised him. Then he pulled it out, flipping it open.

"Hello?" He stayed in Craig's arms as he talked. "Oh, hi dad. Where have you been? Well you guys weren't around when I was leaving... Coffee convention? Ooooh, right. That coffee convention… Well, right now I'm not home… Craig… I dunno. The beach? Well, yeah, it's always… Ok… Ok. Bye."

He flipped it closed, and sighed. "I am so tired, Craig." He rubbed his stingy eyes and nuzzled the other's shirt. "SO tired."

Craig smiled and realized that he himself was pretty worn out too. "Yeah, today's been exhausting. Let's go to bed."

"This bed?"

"No, it's probably got Token-germs on it. Let's go find his parents' room."

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When he opened his eyes Craig was greeted by a giddy Tweek with his camera hanging from his neck. Tweek smiled as Craig got up and put on a shirt.

When they got out of the house, it was still dim and grey on the beach. Rarely would a car pass by them, it was so early. Tweek ran around the beach, all excitement, and pointed out anything and everything that was even a tiny bit interesting. Smiling every time he would find a beached jelly fish or an abandoned sandcastle from summer, Craig would take a picture.

When Tweek was out of breath and sure there was nothing else unusual on the shore, Tweek crouched down over the grey sand and started a little art project. Craig was to say, a little relieved. They had been running around the beach for an hour. Luckily Tweek was too tired to venture the never-ending beach that went to the horizon.

He plopped down on the sand across from Tweek and turned off his camera. "What're you making?"

Tweek just shook his head and continued building. At first it looked like a sand castle, but a lopsided one.

Tweek glanced at the beach house, which was about a mile away at the moment, and asked, "How long are we going to stay, Craig?"

Craig also looked at the house, thinking. He hadn't considered when they'd leave at all. He's just figured until they felt like leaving, which could be never at this rate.

"I don't know. When do you want to?"

Tweek frowned while he smoothed the walls into the ground. "I don't. My dad called again this morning. He was just… being annoying about my, 'disappearance'. Said he found out about me working at Starbucks. Pissed about that. Said I betrayed Tweak Coffee… I really don't want to deal with that."

Craig nodded, knowing how crazy Mr. Tweak could be about his coffee.

"Almost done…" Tweek used a random small sea shell that was next to him and roughed out certain parts of the sand. "Annnd, there."

Craig came around to Tweek's side of the building to have a look.

It was the exact model of the beach house that you could see just passed it. They looked identical.

"That's really good Tweek," Craig congratulated while still looking from the real house to the sand sculpture. "Really good. I didn't know you did stuff like this."

"Really?" Tweek eyed the house and the model too, not seeing what was so great. "Thanks. I don't do stuff like this, not usually."

Craig stood up and turned back on his camera. He took several pictures of the sand house, then one of the real one from that distance. "Well it's good. Better then anything I've seen before."

Tweek, getting flustered from all the sudden compliments, said bashfully, "N-No… You're just saying that."

Craig grinned and knelt down to kiss Tweek on the nose. "I'm not. Let's go get some breakfast, hmm?"

Tweek nodded, smiling too, and they walked to the truck.