Tweek and Butters spend the morning watching Food Network. They discuss ideas for dinners for the remaining two weeks of their stay. Tweek feels comfortable, like maybe if they had never left it might still be this way.
As lunch time grew near the food sizzling on the television made his mouth water. " Do you want to go to my parents shop for lunch," Tweek asked after a half an hour of comfortable silence. Butters laughed as Tweek's stomach growled at his own words.
" Sure, we can do that but I think it might take me a minute to get me off this couch. I'm super comfortable." At some point butters had spread himself out on the couch. His legs were spread across Tweek's lap. Tweek pushed his legs haphazardly to the floor.
" And now your not," Tweek said sticking out his tongue. Butters responded with his tongue and a raised eyebrow. The look reminded Tweek of when they were young and just becoming close.
They left quickly with Tweek's insistence. He was really hungry. They decided to walk since ERic and Butters live so close. Tweek agreed but whined the whole way about how hungry he was. When they got there Butters paid and quickly sat Tweek down to eat.
" You are extremely whiny when your hungry," Butters pointed out as Tweek took a large bite from his sandwich. Tweek smiled through his full mouth and nodded. Kenny told him that all the time. Tweek opened his mouth to speak bu he saw Butters eyes get wide and dart away.
" Well if it isn't my two ex boyfriends on what seems to be a lunch date," came Craigs voice as he approached the table. Tweek rolled his eyes, this was getting beyond ridiculous. Butters glance at Tweek in concern and then back up to Craig.
" Hell, Craig. It's not a date you you know it. Don't cause any trouble, please," Butters spoke up. Craig sneered and pushed Butters over to squeeze into the booth. Tweek watched him warily as he reached across the table and took one of his chips.
" You know I just passed Cartman on the street and I overheard an interesting conversation. He was telling Kyle about how loud you were. I don't recall you being that loud," Craig said with a smirk. He was trying to press Tweek's buttons. If he was still the same scared teenager he had been when he left i would have worked. Unfortunately, for Craig, he wasn't.
" Well that's probably because you're shit in bed Craig," Tweek smirked back. Craig's eyes narrowed in anger as he stared at Tweek. Tweek eyed him back wit a stoic look on his face.
" Well unfortunately for you Butters is here to inform you that your wrong," Craig growled. He looked over at Butters with a grin. Butters looked terrified to be dragged into the touchy discussion. He looked at Tweek with wide eyes full of questions. Tweek shrugged at him with indifference. This told Butters he didn't care what he said.
" W-well your not the best I ever had," Butters said quietly. Craig's eyes widened with surprise and hurt. He stared openly at the steam floating off his coffee. He looked up again as if he meant to speak but he just shook his head.
" Look Craig," Tweek started. Craig's blue eyes darted to his green. " I don't want to keep doing this. It's over. It's been over for years. You hurt me and I left. It was over four years ago."
Craig stared at him with wide eyes. His head cocked to the side with obvious confusion. Tweek could tell he hadn't been expecting any of this to be in any conversation ever.
" I hurt you?" Craig asked. Tweek nodded slowly. Butters sat quietly watching the display with interest and confusion. " I meant to," he whispered. " I didn't deserve you, but i didn't have the strength to leave. So I broke you over, and over, and over again. It took you so long to leave Tweekers, so long. Then when you finally did what i thought I wanted all along, I broke myself."
Craig's head fell to the table with a thump and a broken sob fell from his lips. Tweek looked at Butters for help but all butters did was stare open mouth at a sobbing Craig. Tweek reached out and touched CRaig's hand softly. Craig's head shot up like he had been electrocuted.
" Craig, do want to get out of here We can go back to the house. Me, you, and Butters?" Tweek asked Craig quietly. Craig nodded softly as he dropped his eyes to the table. Tweek stood and wrapped his hand around. Craig's wrist and urged him to follow. They made their way out the door. Butters following not far behind.