NOTE: Hello all! I apologize for not uploading yesterday! I had issues with the website and I was unable to upload anything to it! BUT! I managed to write two chapters yesterday! So you'll be receiving two chapters at the same time! I am beginning to run a little dry with this fic unfortunately, but I know where I want it to go! I'm struggling with the filler chapters, SO PLEASE LEAVE ANY FEEDBACK on the plot, how the character's are written, just your overall feelings in general towards the fic and how these past few chapters have been! Sorry this is such a long note! Slight warning for implied sexual content! Enjoy!
The morning light was harsh to Craig's eyes, his head pounding as he rolled over. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking as he looked around. This wasn't Token's basement. In fact, this wasn't even Token's house. He sat up slowly, grunting as the room spun. He looked around, unable to figure out where he was. He froze, seeing a familiar figure in bed next to him.
"Thank god you didn't die in your sleep." Kyle murmured, sitting up against the headboard. Craig furrowed his brows, looking around.
"H-how did I get here?" He breathed out, dropping his head into his hands. He felt sick.
"You called me at one in the morning. You were…so drunk…but…also really upset." Craig sighed, wracking his brain to figure out what the fuck happened last night. He laid back down, curling in on himself.
"I…I can't remember anything."
"What were you drinking?"
"Three-three shots of Absinthe."
"Dude are you fucking kidding me?! I'm surprised you really aren't dead!" Craig winced at how loud he was suddenly, groaning.
"I-I know. Now use your inside voice. I feel like I'm being stabbed in the eyes." Kyle sighed, chuckling softly.
"So, you don't remember why you were so upset?" Craig shook his head, pressing the heels of his hands onto his eyes. He bit his lip, swallowing hard.
"I think…I think I got in an argument with…someone." Kyle nodded, standing up and walking to the bathroom that was in his room. He came back with a cup of water, Craig giving a small nod as he gulped it down (his mouth felt too dry).
"Yeah…you were rambling as soon as you laid down about Tweek." Craig shot up, immediately regretting the movement. He slammed a hand over his mouth, running into Kyle's bathroom and slamming the door behind him. He fell to the ground, vomiting into the toilet.
"Fuck!" he hissed, laying there for a moment after he finished upchucking everything in his stomach. He sighed as he stood, flushing the toilet and then rinsing his mouth out with some water and mouthwash before walking out. He shut the bathroom door, leaning against it and sliding to the floor. He leaned his head back against the door, his eyes shut. "Sorry, dude."
"Figured it was going to happen at some point. I'm just glad you made it to the toilet." Craig snickered, rummaging in his pocket to pull out a cigarette. He blinked, looking at Kyle.
"Do you…do you mind if I smoke?" Kyle shook his head, chuckling.
"Not at all. Just…listen for my mom." Craig winced, nodding. He was in no mood to face the wrath of Sheila Broflovski this morning.
"So…what as I…what was I rambling about?" He asked after lighting his cigarette up (it helped get the taste of vomit out of his mouth).
"You talked about…how he was leaving. Going away and leaving you…are you…are you two alright?" Craig sighed, letting the cigarette dangle from his fingers as he exhaled.
"I don't…I don't know…I think I said some really mean things last night." Kyle nodded slowly.
"Is this about college?" He asked, sitting cross legged on his bed, his elbows resting on his knees. Craig bit his lip, nodding.
"It…it just…I finally get the balls to come out and-and I get to date my best friend, and he's leaving in seven months to go to Pennsylvania." He murmured, taking a long draw from his cigarette.
"You mentioned him leaving you for another guy. That's why I asked if you two were okay…" Craig blinked, bits and pieces of their argument slowly coming back.
"I think…I accused him of leaving me the second he found a better guy…" Kyle winced.
"Oh, dude…that's fucking harsh." Craig grunted, taking another draw of his cigarette.
"Yeah…I-"
"Kyle Broflovski, do I smell cigarettes?!" Both boys tensed at the shrill voice of Sheila Broflovski, Craig not even having a chance to move before the bedroom door was thrown open. He met the eyes of the ferocious women, giving a sheepish smile and a wave. "Young man, don't you know you shouldn't smoke in people's homes?! Those things will kill you anyways!" Instinctively, Craig lifted his middle finger, Kyle's eyes widening. Sheila was surprisingly quiet, and she surprised both boys by doing something none of them expected: laugh. "Oh…you're the other Tucker sibling." Craig blushed, waving his hand.
"Morning Mrs. Broflovski." She chuckled, shaking her head.
"Just that one cigarette, Mr. Tucker! If I smell anymore I'm kicking your ass." Craig blinked, nodding as she shut the door. Kyle blinked.
"What…what the fuck?" He whispered, shaking his head in disbelief.
"That…could've gone worse." Craig murmured, sticking the cigarette back into his mouth.
"Should we…talk about the fact our siblings are-"
"About to have sex soon?" Both boys winced, grimacing at the thought.
"Yeah, no, bad idea. We're not talking about it." Craig snorted, leaning his head back against the door again. He fell silent a moment, biting his lip.
"What do I do, Kyle?" He whispered, using his sleeve to put his cigarette out before pocketing the butt of it. Kyle frowned, thinking a moment.
"You have to talk to him. You can't let this get brushed aside. You…probably really hurt him." Craig's nose scrunched up, sighing.
"Yeah…" He murmured, standing slowly. Kyle's cheeks were a light red.
"There was, uh, one more thing you did…" Craig blinked.
"What?"
"You, uh, kissed me goodnight." Craig froze, his eyes widening.
"I…shit I'm sorry dude." Kyle snorted, shrugging.
"It's okay. It wasn't anything super serious. It was…kind of sweet? Do you…do that whenever Tweek spends the night?" Craig blushed, nodding slowly.
"Yeah…force of habit, I guess." Kyle snickered, handing Craig his bag.
"Maybe mention it to him so there's no secrets between you two. Best to start with a clean slate."
Craig was totally baffled that he was able to find his way across town to Kyle's house in his drunken state. He tugged on a pair of sunglasses he found in his bag, the sun feeling too bright for his hungover ass. He put a cigarette between his lips, making his way slowly to Tweek's house. As he walked past their coffee shop, he blinked, seeing Tweek inside sweeping the floors. He was wearing an apron, so Craig could only assume he was working. He hasn't worked in the shop since the summer…Tweek often works at the shop when he needs to feel busy or distract himelf (Craig assuming he's distracting himself from their argument). He just took a moment to watch him, exhaling smoke as Tweek looked up, the blonde's eyes glaring at him through the glass. Craig pushed his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose, the cigarette dangling from his lips. He took one hand out of his pocket, giving it a small wave. Tweek walked out the shop, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth.
"You can't smoke here." He said, smashing it on the ground with his foot.
"That was, like, half a cigarette you just wasted."
"What the fuck do you want?" He hissed, crossing his arms. Craig blinked, taking his sunglasses off.
"Can…can we talk?"
"I don't know if I'm ready to talk to you yet."
"Why…why not?"
"I don't know. Maybe I'll go talk about it with some other guy." Craig winced at his words, nothing but anger dripping from Tweek's voice.
"Tweek, I'm so sorry. I want-I want to fix this." Tweek looked at his feet, thinking a moment.
"Hold on," He murmured, walking back into the shop. Craig could see him talking to his dad for a moment before coming back out. "Come on." He hissed as he walked past, walking towards his house. Craig followed, watching the way Tweek's legs carried him. He loved those long legs. He loved Tweek's back. He loved his stomach. He loved everything about him. How could you say those things while you were drunk, fuckface? They walked up to Tweek's room, Craig sitting on the edge of his bed as Tweek paced around the room, running a hand through his hair. Craig blinked as Tweek's shirt showed his forearms.
"Did you bite yourself last night?" He whispered, Tweek freezing. He quickly tugged his sleeves down, continuing to pace. "Tweek, answer me."
"What's it to you?!" He shouted, making Craig wince.
"Well, it's my fault, isn't it?!" Tweek grunted, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Maybe it is! I wouldn't fucking tell you anyways."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't particularly want to talk to you, if I'm being honest."
"When can we talk, Tweek?"
"I don' know! I don't know if I even want to talk to you anymore." Craig blinked, his words ringing in his ears.
"You…you don't mean that." Tweek puffed his cheeks out, falling silent.
"Okay, I don't," Craig sighed in relief. "But I still don't want to talk to you today!"
"Tweek, let me have a chance to explain myself…please." Tweek heard the break in Craig's voice, that sound rushing right to his heart. He sighed, leaning against the door.
"Fine…" He grumbled, looking at his feet. Craig took a moment to try and find his words, looking at his hands.
"Tweek…I…I'm going to be honest…I don't remember much of the argument from last night. I blacked out right after it and ended up at Kyle Broflovski's." Tweek looked up, his brows furrowed.
"You walked all the way to Kyle's from Token's?!" Craig ignored him and kept going.
"He…he caught me up on what happened since I apparently rambled about it. I'm…I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to have that conversation drunk. I didn't want to have that conversation drunk! I just…something about seeing Philadelphia in a movie set me off because I realized that that's where you'll be and I won't! It's fucking killing me knowing I won't get to see you every day like I do now. I've seen you almost every day for the past eight years! And-and now I'm expected to just…adjust to not having you around?! And-and Clyde?! Token?! Jimmy?! It fucking sucks!" Tweek gritted his teeth.
"You act like this is easy for me too! You don't think it sucks moving across the country?! For fucks sake, Token is going to Connecticut to go to Yale! Clyde is going to Washington! Jimmy finally decided to go to California! We're all going across the country!"
"I love those guys, but I love you more! I want-fuck-I want you in my life for as long as possible!" Craig shouted, standing up. Tweek grunted as he felt his cheeks heat up at Craig's comment.
"What, you want to marry me or some shit?!"
"That's the plan!" Tweek froze, his chest tightening up. He looked up to finally meet Craig's gaze.
"Wh-what?" Craig's cheeks were a dark red, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Not…not until after college. But…I just…I have so much fun with you. You make me feel good. I feel better when I'm with you! I-I feel like the best version of myself! I don't want to lose that! I'm just…I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the same things with someone else that I feel with you!" He shouted, hot tears falling from his eyes. Tweek's eyes were wide, his hands shaky. He yelled in frustration, shoving Craig onto his bed. Craig laid there on his back, eyes fixated on the ceiling.
"Fuck you!" Tweek shouted, tangling his fingers into his hair, as he finally broke down sobbing. Craig closed his eyes, trying to ignore the heart-breaking sounds of Tweek's sobs. He sat up slowly, taking a few tentative steps towards the blonde boy rocking back and forth on his knees on the floor. Craig blinked, realizing he was bighting his arms.
"Tweek, god dammit, knock it off!" he yelled, grabbing Tweek by his wrists. Tweek yelled in protest as Craig tugged him to his feet, trying his hardest to break his arms free. He tried to crane his neck down to bite his arms, but gasped as Craig pressed him against the door with his forearm across his neck. Tweek Tweak had a pit of fear in his stomach. Craig locked eyes with him, not pressing his arm into his neck. He was only doing it so Tweek wouldn't bite his arms. "Tweek will you-shit!" Tweek bit down hard onto Craig's forearm, causing the taller boy to rip his arm away. Tweek froze, realizing what he did. Craig cradled his arm to his chest, looking at Tweek with sad eyes.
"Fuck, Craig, I'm sorry!" he sobbed, grabbing his arm. It was bleeding pretty good, a clear ring on Craig's arm from Tweek's teeth. Tweek tugged him down the hall to the bathroom. "Sit-sit on the tub!" He sobbed, Craig following his orders. Tweek tugged the first aid kit out, rummaging through it. He cursed to himself as he couldn't find the disinfectant spray, rummaging under the sink. Craig could hear him mumbling to himself, his heart twisting in his chest. "Fucking idiot you're so stupid how could you bite him?! You're so fucking stupid!" He kept repeating, Craig biting his lip. He stood, grabbing Tweek by his arm to tug him up. "Craig what-" He froze, meeting eyes with Craig. They were softer this time, the anger and frustration that was there melted away. Tweek fell silent, turning around to fully meet his gaze. Craig reach behind him, pushing the medical supplies into the sink. He lifted Tweek onto the sink ledge, making the shorter boy gasp softly. Craig never broke eye contact with him as he kicked the door shut behind him, leaning his forehead against Tweek's.
"You're too hard on yourself." He finally whispered, twisting his fingers into Tweek's hair. Tweek swallowed hard, the smell of tobacco filling his nostrils. Tweek gripped at Craig's back, trying to pull him closer between his legs. Craig smiled a bit, that smile melting Tweek's heart.
"Did…did you quote Dirty Dancing in your apology?" Tweek whispered, a small smile on his face as he brush his lips past Craig's. Craig blushed, laughing softly.
"I was hoping you wouldn't catch that." He whispered back, Tweek's smile slowly spreading into a grin.
"Kiss me." He breathed out, Craig pressing their lips together. It was gentle, but Tweek wanted more. He always hated fighting with Craig. They were both so stubborn, their arguments often ending in both of them apologizing at the same time when they finally ran out of steam to keep going. However, Tweek was not opposed to make up sex. He started tugging the bottom Craig's shirt up, the boy pulling away so Tweek could do so. He tossed his shirt aside, pressing his lips to his neck. Craig bit his lip, tilting his head back to give Tweek more room. He gasped as he felt him start nipping and sucking at his neck and shoulders, blushing as he tilted his head back down and realized they were in front of a mirror. It was hot-watching Tweek move around Craig's chest and shoulders in the mirror, leaving little hickies as he went. Craig tilted his chin back up, tugging his shirt off now too and pressing their chests together. Tweek wrapped his legs around his waist, his arms going around his neck as he kissed him again.
"Where-where?" Craig breathed out between kisses, making Tweek whimper against his lips.
"R-room. My room." He choked out, yelping as Craig slid his hands under his ass to carry him to his room. Tweek continued to kiss as his shoulders, his eyes closed as he relished in the moment. The warmth and weight of Craig's body on his was overwhelming, his teeth sinking lightly into his shoulder. He noted Craig's reaction, listening to a low growl in his throat as they fell onto the bed together.
"Is this pay back for the giant hickey I left you?" Craig growled, kissing at Tweek's chest. Tweek couldn't help but grin.
"Sure. Let's-Let's call it payback."
The room was still hot and heavy with emotion as they laid there, their chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath. Tweek closed his eyes, draping his arm over his eyes to shield them from the light. Craig's eyes were closed too, but he was biting his lip.
"I gotta tell you something." He murmured, Tweek rolling over onto his side.
"Yeah?" He laid his head on his chest. He blinked at how fast Craig's heart was beating against his chest. Craig took a deep breath in.
"When…when I went to the Broflovski's last night…I apparently kissed Kyle goodnight." Tweek blinked, looking up at him slowly, but he was smiling.
"Force of habit?" he teased, laughing as Craig let out a dramatic sigh.
"Yes." He breathed out, a smile on his face now. Tweek let out a laugh, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
"I hope the sex helped your hangover."
"There was one moment where I did feel sick, but I think it was just all that movement." He purred, grinning at how red Tweek's face became. Craig laughed, kissing his shoulder as he rolled over with him. He rubbed his back, one of Tweek's legs stretched between Craig's legs as his face nuzzled into his neck. A comfortable silence fell between them, Tweek drawing shapes onto Craig's back.
"No more fighting like that." Tweek whispered after a while, Craig tugging him closer.
"No more fighting like that." He repeated, kissing the top of his head. The ball of anxiety and fear that sat in Tweek's stomach for fourteen hours was finally gone.
When Craig came home, his father looked up from his chair, smirking.
"Well…looks like you had a rough night." Craig flopped onto the couch, tugging the blanket off the back of the couch to tuck up to his neck (his shirt didn't cover the hickies very well).
"Yeah…in more ways than one…I got in a really bad fight with Tweek." Thomas frowned.
"About what?"
"College…" Thomas nodded slowly, setting his newspaper down.
"I know how you're feeling Craig. You know, your mother studied abroad for an entire school year in college."
"Yeah. She went to Spain, right?" Thomas nodded.
"We had been dating for about six months at that point and we were still in the honeymoon phase…so it really hurt when she left. I thought she'd run off with some beautiful Spanish man," Craig blinked, those words resonating within him. "I just…needed to trust her. She wrote me a letter every two weeks the entire time she was gone, updating me on her studies and telling me about the adventures she went on. She would often include pictures as well…it honestly brought us closer together. We realized that if we could survive a long-distance relationship with an ocean between us…we could conquer anything together. After we graduated, we ended up moving in together and about eight years later, you came along." Craig looked down, nodding slowly.
"I uh…had a very similar argument last night with Tweek…about-about him leaving me."
"I don't think Tweek would leave you if he had a gun to his head." Craig looked up, blushing.
"Why do you-"
"You can't fake the way he looks at you." Craig's breath caught in his throat, an overwhelming sense of guilt suddenly on his shoulders. He bit his lip, playing with the sleeve of his shirt.
"I…yeah." Thomas chuckled at how hard his son was thinking.
"Don't dwell on the future right now. Enjoy your time now, while you're together. Things are going to be fine." He gave Craig's leg a squeeze as he walked past into the kitchen, leaving Craig to stir in his thoughts.
"He kissed Kyle?" Wendy snickered, taking a sip of her milkshake. Tweek had called an SOS meeting with the girls at the diner, Heidi falling into a fit of giggles next to him.
"He said it was force of habit to kiss him goodnight." He chuckled, stirring his spoon around in his coffee.
"I'm just glad you two worked it out. The sexual tension between you two has finally gone away and I'm not ready for it to return." Bebe chuckled, scrolling through her phone.
"I just…I'm still a little pissed, ya know? Like…they say people become more honest when they're drunk. He basically poured his heart out to me saying how he doesn't trust me in Philly and it…hurts." Wendy nodded slowly, fully understanding Tweek's feelings (her and Stan had a similar argument a month ago).
"Just…maybe bring it up later…when you two are both relaxed and-and you're in a safe environment." Wendy said, chewing the inside of her cheek. Tweek nodded slowly, blinking as his phone buzzed next to his hand. It was a message from Craig.
Can we meet up later? I still have some things I want to get off my chest…
Heidi looked over, seeing Tweek's brows furrow.
"Is it Craig?"
"Yeah, fucking read this!" Heidi read it, furrowing his brows.
"Why did he put the ellipses?"
"I don't know!" Tweek hissed, showing it to Wendy and Bebe.
"That seems…suspicious." Bebe murmured, reading the text again.
"Maybe he didn't mean it that way?" Wendy asked, trying to look at it in a more positive way.
"You don't put the ellipses unless you're being sarcastic, mad, or you're upset! Craig can be one of those things at all times!"
"What are you going to respond?" Heidi asked. Tweek bit his lip.
"Should I say yeah?"
"Well, he is your boyfriend. Maybe he wants to clear the air even more."
"How can he clear the air even more?! His dick was in me earlier!" Tweek yelled a little louder than he meant to, his hand slamming over his mouth as he turned a bright red. Bebe burst into a fit of laughter as Tweek slid down in his seat, the blonde boy laughing to Wendy's surprise. "I can't-I can't believe I just shouted that in the fucking diner." He laughed, burying his face into his hands. Wendy let out a laugh, grabbing Tweek's phone.
"Here, I got this." She typed out a message and hit send, showing it to Tweek.
Meet me at Stark's Pond in twenty minutes.
Tweek blinked, looking up.
"Jesus, Wendy, twenty minutes?"
"Go. We'll split the cost of your bill. You had a rough day." Tweek blinked, shooting a thankful smile their way as he stood.
"Thanks ladies." He breathed out, Heidi giving his hand a squeeze.
"Let us know how everything goes, hon." She said, Tweek giving a nod as he walked out. He let out a shaky breath as he got into his car, closing his eyes to collect his thoughts. He's your boyfriend. Don't be so nervous.
Craig was already sitting on a bench when Tweek pulled up, the taller boy slumped down. Tweek could hear his music playing when he got out of his car. He walked over slowly, smiling a bit as he stood next to the bench.
"The Romantics, huh?" Craig looked up at him, chuckling.
"Yeah. Talking in Your Sleep is a classic." He murmured, hitting pause. He sat up, Tweek sitting next to him. The air was thick between them, despite their resolution earlier in the day. It felt like there were words purposefully left unsaid. Tweek finally cleared his throat.
"So…what-what did you want to talk about?" Craig blinked, closing his eyes for a moment.
"I just…I wanted to say I'm sorry again…because I feel like the biggest fucking asshole to ever walk this planet." Tweek kicked at the snow in front of him.
"Well…you acted like the biggest fucking asshole to ever walk this planet." He murmured, closing his eyes. Craig swallowed hard.
"I…I know…and I just…I was going to save this for Valentine's Day next week but…I feel like I need to give this to you now." Tweek blinked, looking at a small package Craig slid across the bench.
"Craig, what-"
"Just open it, babe." Tweek's heart fluttered at the pet name, slowly unwrapping the package. He swallowed hard as he tore the paper away, revealing a scrapbook. On the front in Craig's messy writing read "Our Adventure So Far", Tweek running his finger over the lettering.
"Craig…" He breathed out, looking up at the boy. He was staring out across the pond, his cheeks a dark red (he could see the blush going down his neck and up onto his ears). He opened the book slowly, swallowing the lump in his throat. It was completely filled with old images, concert and movie tickets, napkins from places they had gone to eat, pamphlets from places they had visited. It went on and on. It was mainly images, Tweek smiling as he flipped through the book. He didn't even know some of these images existed (he assumes Craig snuck pictures throughout the past few months). He froze as he got to the last page, a hand-written letter tucked into the page. It was dated for today and had a polaroid image of them from a party paper clipped to it (there were a few attached, he noticed).
To the wonder boy himself,
I know I'm not really good at words. That's why I wanted to write you a letter so you could read it whenever you miss me…if you miss me, that is. Maybe you won't miss me when you leave, but…that's okay! I don't want you to worry about me while you're having fun in the land of Rocky. I want you to have the freedom to do whatever you want. You're honestly the best thing to ever enter my life and I'm afraid that if I lose you, I'll never find the love I found with you again. I'm scared, Tweek. I don't like change, and I sure as hell know you don't like change. I like the routine we have. I like seeing you every day. I love you. So much! I love how you smile when you're listening to people talk. I love how your freckles look like constellations (you know I love space). I love how thoughtful you are of other people. It's such a wonderful quality to have. I love how your confidence has grown since finally coming out about your skating. I'm so proud to call you my boyfriend and I'm just afraid to lose the most incredible thing about my day. I know it sounds like I'm making you out to be the sole reason of my happiness, but please know you're not (even though you make me very happy!). I love you, Tweek Tweak, and no matter where we end up in life, I'll probably definitely always love you. You're the first person who showed me how to love and what real love is supposed to look and feel like, and I'll always thank you for that. For now, I want you to know that if you ever feel anxious or scared, and for some reason you can't get ahold of me, look up at the sky. I'm always star gazing, so chances are we'll look at the sky at the same time, but across the country. I love you, Tweek. Forever and always.
Yours truly,
Craig Tucker
Tweek let out a sob, curling in on himself with the letter and images still in his hand. Craig glanced over at him, placing a hand on his back.
"I hope that explained everything…" He whispered, rubbing small circles in Tweek's back. Tweek leaned his head onto his shoulder after tucking the letter back into its sleeve in the book. He took a peak at the images. The one polaroid on top was an image of Tweek kissing Craig's cheek at a party, a goofy grin on Craig's face. The one below it was one they took after having sex for the first time, Tweek hiding his face behind a pillow (his eyes and nose poked out, but it was obvious he was smiling) while Craig gave a thumbs up and was laughing. The third one was of Tweek pouring coffee one morning after spending the night, an annoyed look on his face. The final one was of Craig and Tweek sitting by the fireplace at Token's the day before Christmas Eve at their Secret Santa, Tweek in Craig's lap laughing with Craig's arms wrapped tightly around his stomach as he grinned at the camera. When they were laid next to each other, the blank spaces below the images spelled out in Craig's writing "I love you more".
"I…t-this is…too much." He breathed out, closing his eyes as he held the images close to his chest. Craig frowned.
"What…what do you mean?"
"I mean…this is too much! You-you fucking went a-above and beyond, Craig. This…this is the most romantic thing I-I've ever seen." He whispered, leaning up to look him in the eyes.
"I just…really wanted to get my point across…I love you, Tweek. And-and I trust you." Those words were music to Tweek's ears, a small smile forming on his face. He pressed a gentle kiss to Craig's lips, the taste of tobacco and mint gum meeting his mouth. He held his pinky finger up as he pulled away.
"Pinky promise?" He whispered. Craig grinned, linking their pinkies and pressing a kiss to the knot their fingers formed.
"Pinky promise."