Tavros looked up from his lap as the truck turned into a driveway. They pulled up in front of the most miserable looking house Tavros could imagine; paint almost all chipped away, lawn overgrown with weeds, the entire thing just looked run down. A shiver ran down his spine as looked over at the man next to him. He was leaning back in his seat, the same lazy grin plastered across his face.
"Home sweet home." He sighed. Tavros gulped. "Come on." Gamzee pushed the door open and hopped out. By the time Tavros was reaching for the door handle, Gamzee had grabbed his wheelchair from the back and opened the door for him.
"G-gamzee," he stuttered, "You don't have to do so much for me."
"'S okay bro." Gamzee said, scooping Tavros out of the seat and setting him in his wheelchair. Tavros looked down at his hands, blushing. "Let's go!" Gamzee said excited as he grabbed Tavros' wheelchair and wheeled him forward.
"Gamzee, it's okay, I can wheel myself!" Tavros exclaimed. Gamzee stepped back, surprised.
"Woah bro. Okay. My bad."
Tavros let out a sigh and began to move towards the house. Gamzee matched his pace beside him, shoving his hands in his pockets.