New Years was approaching with an unpleasant wave like it did every year. Unpleasant, because Kenny kind of enjoyed his winter breaks, like he enjoyed any chance to not have to go to school, and New Years only meant that school would be starting up soon.

For once, he was over at Kyle's house hanging out with him and Stan. He hadn't hung out with them for awhile, but Kyle had gotten a Wii U for Christmas and wanted them to check it out with him. The controller was so stupid-looking, but he and Stan were stuck with regular Wii controllers while Kyle took that huge ass screen to play on. Kenny couldn't really tell what he was doing. They were playing some Mario game, or something. He was Peach, as usual in games. He jumped, fluttered around, got mushroom power ups; he couldn't remember the premise of the game, but they were kind of not paying attention to what they were doing anyway, just chatting.

Kenny was kind of hugging one side of the couch while Stan and Kyle huddled close together on the other side. They were more intimate when they were at one another's house like this, especially when the parents were out, but in public, Stan was so afraid of showing affection, he'd just outright reject Kyle until they were alone. Now that they were alone, somewhat alone, they couldn't stop touching each other. And Kenny sat uncomfortably next to them while they touched each other.

Idle chatter was so boring, Kenny found. Stan was talking about his sister coming back for winter break-oh god, he missed that fucking power up, holy fuck- "-so you in, Kenny?"

"What." Not really paying attention, Kenny was concentrating on not falling off the various platforms Peach, Toad, and Mario were jumping on. Dammit, this game was hard.

"Shelly wants to throw a New Years party. She can legally buy alcohol now, so I don't know? She wants her own thing because Mom and Dad are going out that night to party too. You coming?"

"Yeah, sure." Dammit, he fell off the platform and died.

Kyle bent forward on the couch as they got to a boss fight, trying to concentrate too. Soon, he was making a sarcastic laugh. "You probably won't show up unless you're with Craig, right?"

Oh god, just the mention of his name made Kenny feel embarrassed as fuck. He fell off a platform again in the game and felt his body stiffen, but he answered honestly, trying to play it cool and act like it didn't get to him. "Yeah, probably."

"Why do you hang out with him so much? I thought you hated him?"

"No? Why would I hate him?"

Kyle was focused on the game, not looking at Kenny, but would mumble 'fuck' once in awhile if an enemy rammed into him. "I don't know. Just curious-fuck, god dammit. Goombas, why the hell?" Toad fell off a platform, making Kyle groan, gripping his controller harder the more irritated he got. Mario games seemed to bring out the worst in people.

Then, Kenny got defensive about it, feeling stupid the second he said what he did. "Sorry, Mom, am I not allowed to have other friends?"

Stan snorted from the other end of the couch. "I think he's still a dick."

"He's not a dick, you're a dick."

"Whatever, man." Biting his lip, Stan leaned back into the couch, Kyle leaning closer to him as he did so.

It was time to change the subject. Kenny opted for going back to what Stan mentioned earlier. "So, the party or whatever? Are you guys going to drink?"

Kyle shrugged. "Probably. You?"

"Nah." He didn't want to wind up like a drunk pair of assholes like his parents, so Kenny figured he would stay away from alcohol. Maybe that was dumb, because he was already a prostitute, but to him, his parents were both angry drunks, and he was kind of afraid he'd be that way too. So, no drinking.

Silence fell between them as they stopped chatting, played games, and it got incredibly boring for Kenny. Kyle and Stan wouldn't stop cuddling each other, and it made him irritated, so he figured he would leave. In a nice way, though. Or whatever. He grabbed his coat, told them he'd see them later, and left. That was about it the extent of his nice way of leaving, not saying anything.

Well, not at least he had a party to look forward too. Kenny liked crowds, he liked the party scene, he really did. It was all loud, chatty, there would be free food and shit for him to take advantage of. He'd be able to blend in and feel normalish for awhile at a party. Pretty soon, after he'd been daydreaming about it for awhile, he found himself at Craig's doorstep, and his stomach churned with butterflies. Jesus Christ, why was he acting this way? He was here almost everyday.

Like always, when he rang the doorbell, Craig was the first to come down to answer, because now he expected him. When the door swung open to reveal that asshole wearing that stupid chullo hat, Kenny couldn't help the dumb smile he made. "Hey."

"Hey." Stepping aside, Craig let him in and they went upstairs to his bedroom where Craig had apparently been playing Mario Kart. Kenny noticed he played that game constantly, never really asked why, but he would do the same routes over and over, always on the hardest level. Settling back on his bed, Craig resumed his game and Kenny made himself comfortable at his desk chair, watching Craig play for awhile in silence, or somewhat silence aside from all the game noises. Generally, he always won his races, but then he would select the same route and play the same game over and over. It was weird, or weird to Kenny. He liked video games, but he couldn't play a game over like that, that many times.

After about the fourth race, Kenny decided he might as well bring up what he came to talk about. "Um... I was over at Stan's house earlier and he said his sister is throwing a New Years party and we're invited. Do you wanna go?" Ech, he couldn't have been more awkward with that invitation if he tried. Every time he talked to him, he could feel his throat tighten, making him feel like he was gonna pee, because everything made him so nervous? Like, he had a crush on this guy, what was he supposed to do? Even looking at him made him embarrassed.

"Uhh..." Oh god, that was already a bad sign. Kenny braced himself for a no. "I don't really like parties, but, uh, I guess so? I mean, I don't have anything better to do, I guess."

Oh god, the feeling of relief that went through him was amazing, that he actually let out a breath. "Okay."

Still watching his game, it was Kyle all over again, Craig said, "So are you okay or?"

"What?"

"I mean, you've been acting kind of weird lately. You okay?"

Kenny was kind of surprised how attentive Craig could be. He didn't say much, but he actually paid attention to shit, and he could be pretty empathetic. Then again, Kenny wasn't giving himself points either, because every time he got around Craig, he'd internally start to freak out and go oh god, 'I can't believe I like him'? Which resulted in him being quiet and kind of standoffish when they hung out now. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"If you say so."

The night of the party was fucking freezing.

Kenny wound up taking Karen with him, because she really wanted to go too, and had nothing to do. Nobody had anything to do. Then, he went to pick up Craig, and they walked to Stan's house. It wasn't that long of a walk, and Craig didn't feel like pulling his car out to drive them for a five minute walk.

Karen bobbed along beside Kenny, clinging onto his arm like she always did. "Can I drink when we get here?"

"Uh, I don't care, but don't overdo it." He had to laugh at that. She liked sweet things. The second she took a swig of alcohol, she'd probably choke on it, never wanting to taste it again. Ugh, what if she wound up being an angry drunk like his parents? Kenny had such a negative opinion on them, he was so bitter about it, but Karen was more mature than them, so he had to at least give her credit she probably thought the same of them.

When they got there, the house was already loud with music, chatter, and Kenny felt Craig cringing next to him, hunching up his shoulders. Just as they were coming up to the mailbox, Wendy and Bebe were coming up the street from the opposite end. Wendy waved to them. Kenny's relationship with her was...stable? He could have said, so he waved back.

Once they were inside the house, it became obvious the party was just an 'invite everyone, doesn't matter', because Kenny saw people from every grade there. Some of Shelly's college friends were chatting with her in a corner, there were Stan and Kyle, together as always, there was Token hanging out with Clyde, there was Tweek, still shaky, nervous as always, oh god fucking Cartman and Butters were there too. And some kids he didn't even know? Some looked Karen's age, way too young to be drinking, but hell, they were all underage too.

A table had been set out with some food, along with a bunch of drinks, which Craig broke away from Kenny to go after. Kenny was kind of surprised, because he didn't take Craig as a drinker. Why would he even have come anyway though. Karen went away from him too to get a drink and he refrained himself from being overbearing to her, telling her to be careful, don't do that, don't get drunk, stuff like that.

Kenny didn't really want to talk to anyone there, he just liked being part of the crowd, so he walked back over to Craig, since he actually liked him, and stood next to him awkwardly. They both stood side-by-side, Craig having one of his hands dug in his pocket while he took swigs of his drink with his other hand and he sighed. "So. Sup." He sounded so incredibly bored.

Grabbing some potato ships, Kenny replied, "Nothing. You?"

"Nothing." More swigs. Damn, he was really downing it. Pretty soon, he was grabbing another.

Kenny tried to make conversation, forcing out a laugh. "Never took you for a drinker, actually."

Looking down at his drink, Craig bunched up his nose. "It's bitter. I don't like it. I don't know why I'm drinking it. I just want to be tipsy, I guess. That's the only reason people drink this shit. It doesn't taste good, there's no reason other than it makes you feel good for a while, right?"

"...Right."

Craig made a sort of laugh, saying, "My parents would kill me if they found out I went to a party to drink. They already think I misbehave a lot, that I smoke too much, or whatever." He was already loosening up and talking more.

"I think my parents are out right now. They aren't ever really home." Maybe now would be a good time to try talking, try having a normal conversation about boring things. "So, how come you always play the same courses over and over on Mario Kart? You already won them, why do you keep playing them?"

Craig shrugged, going for yet another drink. Jesus. Kenny was starting to get a little worried now. Where was Karen? Oh, there she was, talking with some ninth graders who were all drinking too. Oh god, he figured she'd hate it, but she was handling it well too. "It's a stress thing. Like, I feel like I can't really get things done in real life, so I do things I already know how to do over and over in a game and I feel like I accomplish something, you know? It's stupid, yeah, but I don't know. It mellows me out."

Before Kenny could respond with 'that's not stupid', a weight was pressed against his side, making him jump. Turning around, he found Butters leaning against him. Like Kyle, he'd gotten glasses too after he grew up, but his were little wire framed small ones and he looked up at Kenny with glossy eyes, drunk as fuck. "OHHHhh. Kenny!" Holy shit, he could smell the drunk on him, too. Kenny tried to push him off, but he wasn't budging. "Um...Kenny! Didja know...like...Didja? That I got my nipples pierced? Oh god."

"Holy shit, Butters." Again, Kenny tried to push him off, but he laughed and slumped over, causing Kenny's reflexes to be to reach out to catch him before he busted his ass. Craig was getting tipsy beside him, because he started laughing, covering his face with his hand. Kenny frowned, trying to support Butters who wasn't trying to hold himself up at all. "Can you, like, help me?"

"Dude, just leave him on the floor, oh my god."

"Jesus Christ." Kenny finally gave up trying to help Butters and did as Craig said, leaving him on the floor where he kind of lie there laughing to himself. Good grief, Kenny hated dealing with drunk people. It was so annoying.

Just as this very thought passed through his brain, Craig started grabbing him by the shoulder and kind of, not really leaning on him too. "Oh man, I'm getting dizzy."

"Well, what the hell did you think was going to happen? What are you drinking, vodka?"

"Dude, I don't even know? Oh god." His grip became much harder, until his nails were digging through Kenny's skin, about to make him wince.

"Do...you need to lie down too?"

"Uh..." Not even finishing his sentence, he completely fell against Kenny, who didn't expect the sudden extra weight. Kenny almost fell over with him too. God, it was Butters all over again, but now it was with someone he liked, touching him, against him, and Kenny felt his entire face get red. He could smell the freaking shampoo he washed with?

Wrapping his arm around Craig's back to support him so he wouldn't fall over, Kenny pushed him up and Craig draped his arm over Kenny's shoulder- GOD, IT WAS AWKWARD. He looked like he was about to throw up and Kenny needed to get him to a toilet or something fast so he wouldn't hurl all over the floor. "Come on," he said. "I'm taking you to the bathroom."

"Noo..." Craig dug his face into Kenny's shoulder until his voice was muffled. "Just need to lie down..."

"God dammit, fine." Kenny basically dragged Craig across the living room, past Stan whom he told he needed to use his bedroom so Craig could lie down, up the stairs, which wound up being easier than he figured. Craig hadn't gotten to the state of not supporting his own body drunk, but he was still against Kenny, who was leaning against the railing of the stairs, so he had something to grip while dragging him upward. When they reached Stan's room, he led Craig to the bed where he sat down, leaning over, putting his face in his hands, and making weird moaning noises. Kenny didn't know what to do. "Uh, do you need water? Or wait-does water make you more drunk? I don't know. Uh, bread? Fuck, I don't know."

As Kenny paced around fretting about what to do, or what not to do, Craig reached out to grab his wrist. "Hey, come here." His voice was on the verge of breaking into laughter.

Nervous because Craig was touching him again, Kenny bent down to get level with him. "What-" And his brain shut completely off when Craig kissed him. Like, had he really died this time? For real? Because, this couldn't be happening. Craig was kissing him, on the fucking lips. He could taste whatever shitty drink he'd been downing earlier, and it couldn't be real. His initial reaction was to pull away out of shock, but he didn't, because he couldn't, and this still wasn't really be happening.

Then Craig broke away, slurring when he spoke. "I always kind of liked your freckles, haha." Fucking grabbed the collar of Kenny's jacket to pull him down, kissing him again. Holy shit, Kenny didn't know what to do. He was in too much shock to think, like? What was he supposed to do? His entire face was on fire with embarrassment, and he'd even wanted this for awhile now, he'd wanted for a really long time to actually make out with Craig, but the fact he was drunk was kind of killing the mood a little. He didn't mean it, so Kenny really did pull away, trying to remember to breathe so he could form coherent sentences.

"You're drunk."

"Nooo." God, he was slurring everything, trying to pull Kenny back down to make out with him, which Kenny would have loved any other time, but holy shit. This felt wrong.

"Yeah, you are."

"Noo, I'm not?" Again, he pulled Kenny down and holy fuck, he had some arm strength, because Kenny had a hard time pulling away and they were kissing fucking again. Now, it was starting to feel good, and Kenny was losing his resolve. He wanted so bad to run his hands through Craig's hair, pull that stupid hat off, really make out with him.

So he did. He stopped resisting, moved down onto the bed with him, pulling his hat off and throwing it down, running his hands through his hair, which was messy from not being brushed, but god, it felt good on his hands. Craig wrapped his arms around his neck in a sort of awkward hug, causing Kenny to break away from the kiss to breathe, but moving to the crook of his neck to suck, moving down to his shoulder and pulling back his shirt to suck on his shoulder. While he did this, Craig made weird little laughs and moans above him, his hands kind of awkwardly going through his hair, back down his neck, like he didn't know what the hell he was doing, and he was laughing so much, Kenny knew he was drunk as fuck. The feeling of his fingers moving up and down his neck like that sent shivers through Kenny's spine. Oh god, this was getting him off.

He kept sucking on Craig's neck, kissing in spots, stopping to suck, then kissing somewhere else. Craig would laugh that slurred laugh and moan when he would do it, so he pulled down his shirt to kiss his collarbone. Craig's hands were still kind of going back to his hair, down his back, just touching him, but Kenny was concentrating on kissing him all over, moving his hands closer to his pants. Severely horny, he wondered if having sex here would be okay, but the second his hands began to unbutton Craig's pants, he suddenly was shoved hard against his chest, almost knocking the air out of him.

"NO!"

And it surprised the hell out of him, Craig looked absolutely horrified now, having pushed him away, breathing hard. Kenny was in complete shock, trying to get air back and breathe himself. What the fuck just happened?

"No, no, don't do that."

Oh fuck, this was bad. Kenny felt the heat rise to his face and whatever sex drive he had was completely dead when he saw that look of utter horror on Craig's face. This was fucking bad, how could he do this? He knew he was drunk, and holy shit? He was so embarrassed, he shouldn't have done this. Fuck, now Craig was going to hate him.

Kenny began to back away, feeling sick. He needed to erase this. What if he shot himself right now, would Craig forget this ever happened, would he-but as he stood up, Craig nabbed his sleeve. "I don't care if you kiss me, but don't do that."

Oh thank god, Craig didn't hate him, but he didn't think he could bring himself to make out with him anymore. Kenny was shaking now, feeling guilty and embarrassed he'd let himself get carried away. He felt like a rapist almost. This was the first time he'd been rejected like that, that it made him feel like shit really.

Kenny wasn't moving anymore, still kind of scared to do anything, so Craig pulled him back down and started sucking on his neck like he'd done to him earlier. His movements were still sloppy, he was still drunk, but what Kenny had done kind of snapped him out of it a little. He wasn't laughing as much, or making little moaning noises, but he kept kissing and sucking on his neck, until Kenny was shaking, gripping at Craig's sleeves, because the feeling was giving him goosebumps.

If he was in a state of mind enough to tell Kenny no, then did he really want this? Was he really okay with this? Kenny felt stupid now, being there, even though everything felt good. He never really made out with anyone before, so this was a different kind of feeling. He had to straddle Craig to comfortably sit this way to let him suck and kiss his shoulders, his neck. Then he moved up to bite his ear, which made Kenny shut his eyes, letting out a moan. It felt like he had goosebumps everywhere, and maybe he did. Craig reached around him, running his hand up his spine through his clothes and Kenny thought he was going to lose it. He didn't feel as bad as earlier, because with each passing second, with every touch, kiss, he felt this was genuine and not drunken stupor, but maybe that was stupid to think.

He wanted to say something, because he was still scared to do anything, and was now letting Craig do all the work while he squeezed his sleeves, but a voice called through the room, making both of them freeze. "What the fuck are you two doing?"

Kenny whirled around to see fucking Stan, of course, was standing in the doorway, glaring at them. "I thought you said he needed to lie down, I didn't know you guys were gonna snog all over the place."

Fuck.

Kenny couldn't even bother with an explanation, because there wasn't one. They were fucking making out on Stan's bed, and he would have been upset too if Stan and Kyle had been making out on his bed.

Craig flipped Stan off and Kenny thought 'fucking shit', standing up, pulling Craig up with him who was still a little wobbly on his feet. All he could say was, "Sorry," to Stan as he pulled Craig out of his room. It was probably time to leave now.

Stan rolled his eyes. "Dude, whatever, just-don't do that on my bed, okay? I sleep there."

Kenny began the awkward descent down the stairs where he began looking for Karen. It wasn't even midnight yet and a lot of people were already wasted. It was pretty pathetic. Karen was still seated with a bunch of her classmates, chatting, having a good time, but Kenny went to grab her. "We're going home. You okay to walk?" Was he going to have to drag her too?

Karen stood up from her seat to join his side, still looking chipper, but confused when she saw Craig slumped over Kenny, but it wasn't like she'd never dealt with drunk people either. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He felt proud of her she hadn't let herself get wasted, unlike some people, so he said, "Uh, go to his other side and if he falls on you, just try to keep him up, okay?"

"Uh, okay." Karen ran to Craig's other side, clinging to him like she normally did to Kenny by grabbing onto his sleeve. "I got you."

Then began the long, arduous walk home. Kenny wasn't about to take Craig back to his own house, where his parents could see him dunk off his ass. He figured it would be less strain on Craig to take him back to Kenny's house where he could sleep it off. Then he could go home whenever. Ugh, Kenny didn't really want him to see the state of his gross house, but they had little options right now. Plus, his parents probably wouldn't be back from their New Year's partying for another few hours, so they could be alone for awhile.

The walk was cold, to say the least. Craig mostly stumbled over onto Kenny's side where he could catch him and pull him back up. He fell over onto Karen a few times, but she was determined and hoisted him back up, telling him he had no one to blame but himself.

"Oh god." Craig held his face in his hand. "I feel like I'm gonna be sick now."

Kenny looked over at him in case he fell over again, then only now realized he didn't have his hat on. It was still somewhere in Stan's bedroom. Oh Christ. He kind of inwardly laughed at the thought of Stan finding a random hat on his floor and wondering where the hell it came from, but he knew Stan would know it was Craig's, because he's the only one who wore that kind of hat. Kenny wasn't about to go back for a dumb hat though. He kind of liked Craig's messy hair without it though. He wish he'd go without it more often.

Finally, they reached Kenny's house and he winced upon entering. The entire house smelled like cigarettes, and it was so trashy. There were used ash trays everywhere, fucking holes in the walls from the times where his dad got too angry and punched them, and he even spotted a few broken beer bottles lying around. God, this wasn't a place for Craig to rest up, but it was all he had.

As Kenny pulled Craig into his room, Karen said goodnight to them, leaving for her own room, leaving them alone. Craig was still complaining that he was going to throw up. Kenny sat him on his bed, turning around to grab him his trash can. "Please at least try to aim for the trash."

"God, I can't even...?" Craig trailed off as he lie down on Kenny's bed, hand over his face, his voice muffled by it. "Oh god, my stomach is cramping..."

Kenny felt useless just standing there, so he asked, "Can I get you something? Like, water, or anything?"

"Nah." Soon, Craig's small muffled complaints stopped and he passed out.

Now by himself so to speak, Kenny settled himself on his floor, curling into a ball and letting the events of the evening sink in.

They made out. They had actually made out, they kissed, Craig had touched him, he had touched him, oh god. Kenny was still trying to convince himself it was real, not some elaborate dream. It was great up until he tried to put his hands down Craig's pants and he fucking-freaked out? Like, Christ, that was still bothering him. It would keep bothering him until Craig could fully sober up to talk to him. Even after that though, he kept actively making out with him, so at least Kenny had some closure that Craig didn't hate him. Maybe it was all because he was drunk, but Kenny liked thinking this could be potentially something more.

Still curled into a ball on his floor like a cat, Kenny fell into an uncomfortable sleep.

The next thing Kenny became aware of was a loud banging coming from outside his room. It made him jump from his spot on the floor, groggy and disoriented from sleep, but he already knew the sound was the front door of the house being slammed open, then shut once more. A familiar sound, sadly. After the door was slammed shut, yelling followed soon afterward, mostly slurs, swears, that sort of thing. It was too jumbled together to make out what was being said.

The sun wasn't quite peeking through his window yet, so it must have still been in the early hours of the morning. Maybe five or six. When he sat up to look behind him at his bed, he spotted Craig who was now stirring. The loud noises had woken him up too. He looked just as disoriented as Kenny, though a little worse for wear. He still looked sick, like he was about to puke at any moment.

"Oh my god. What the hell..." His voice was deep and hoarse. Covering his face with his hands, he made a bunch of mumbled complaints Kenny couldn't hear over the yelling coming from outside.

Then there was a loud crash, like a window had been broken, or a beer bottle had shattered. It was glass, whatever it was, and Kenny jumped up like a wild animal, the noise having brought him out of his groggy state. God damn, why did they always have to do this? His parents were drunk as hell and fighting again. His dad had probably broken a window, or something, and their screaming and yelling always made him so damn nervous. They never went after their kids when they were like this, but hearing the crashing, the yells, the screams, the swears, it put him on edge so much, he couldn't stand it.

Jumping off the floor, Kenny crossed the bedroom on tiptoes like walking too fast or too hard would make things worse, and locked his door. Another loud noise from outside, this time like someone had fallen against the wall, and Kenny backed away from his door, staring at the spot. Of course they would do this with Craig over. Not like he wasn't trash enough, but they had to get into a fight, drunk as hell, like this. Of course, of course. Nothing ever worked out in his favor.

"Parents are so god damn stupid." Craig's voice brought him out of his thoughts and he turned to see him draping his legs over the side of the bed. "Yeah, it's not like you guys don't live here too. It's not like screaming like that scares the shit out of you or anything."

Kenny hadn't realized he was shaking now, still nervous. Why? They never beat him, he wasn't physically abused, they never even yelled at him, but he couldn't help himself. When they got like this, there was always the thought of, what if they finally kill each other this time, or go after one of them? What if their stupid fighting results in something horrible happening? Not like he wasn't nervous already, but every time there was a loud noise, Kenny would jump.

"Come here." He barely heard his voice over the yelling still happening outside, the slurred yelling, the yelling he couldn't even make the words out to. But, Craig was there, on the edge of his bed, holding his hand out, gesturing for Kenny to come to him.

He obeyed, walking over, and in spite of himself, making a bit of a strained whimpering noise when Craig pulled him down to the bed to hug onto him. This was all so surreal, Kenny couldn't wrap his mind around it. Did he even remember the party? Did he remember making out with him? Kenny was still embarrassed, still ashamed of himself for feeling this way, but every time there was a loud bang outside, and he jumped every fucking time, Craig tightened his grip around him, assuring him in his silent way that he always did that Kenny wasn't alone.

Normally, Kenny would be the one doing this to Karen. He'd held her through a lot of the bad nights, the nights she'd be crying because of their parents, too scared to go back to her room. So, this felt strange being on the other end for once, being the one to be comforted instead. His face was hot from embarrassment, from being in a vulnerable state such as this, and for Craig to have even seen him like this, but also, it was nice? It was nice to not be alone, it was nice knowing someone gave a damn about him for once, it was nice knowing someone cared, really cared. With every passing second, he felt more and more comfortable, not wanting to move, because he was finally feeling warm and safe.

It felt like hours had passed, but he knew that wasn't true, before the yelling finally ceased altogether. The house was silent again. Strained, but silent. He knew if he opened his door right now, his parents would be passed out drunk on the couch, like the fight had never happened. Why did they always do this. It was like they got off to fighting so much, it was ridiculous.

Even after everything was silent once again, he felt stupid for not wanting Craig to let go of him. Because, it felt good? It did, it really did. And Craig was sober now, he was rational, he knew what he was doing, he was actively doing this, hugging onto him, comforting him, letting Kenny know that he actually cared.

Biting his lip, Kenny could feel the heat go back to his face when he stared at a spot on his floor as he asked, "So, are we going out now? I'm confused."

"I think so? Yeah."

Damn, he could have been more eloquent with that.