When the following day arrives, every fiber in Craig is filled with a mixture of anxiousness and excitement. The discovery he made still felt like a dream to him, which is why he so eagerly wanted to go back to that spot he'd left the android in and confirm to himself that it was indeed real. But he knew he already had his answer as to whether or not it was real, the moment his gaze fell onto the small card resting on his desk.
His morning classes for school pass by as usual, until Science arrives. Typically Craig would take his seat next to his friends for it, however, his said seat is nowhere to be found and he has the inkling suspicion that the small smirk Clyde was trying to hide, has something to do with it. The teacher enters the room then, telling Craig to hurry up and take a seat so class can start. In his hurry, Craig just head's straight for the first vacant seat that his gaze finds. A seat in the back, next to an all too familiar hooded individual, scribbling away in his notebook. Kenny.
Kenny looks up at him, and Craig gives a somewhat awkward smile in response.
"Is it okay if I sit here?" he asks.
"Of course," Kenny smiles.
Kenny keeps his gaze on him for a few more seconds as he takes a seat, before his attention is drawn back to his notebook as the class starts. Craig catches a glimpse of several drawings filling the page, before Kenny flips to a blank one. He wants to ask about them, but pulls out his own notebook instead.
For a while they just sit in silence and listen to the teacher, until they are told to work on their handed out worksheets and find the answers in their textbooks. Which to everyone in class, just signified that it means it's time to talk with their friends and haphazardly do the work.
"Pretty boring, right?" Kenny asks, drawing Craig's attention with a small heart skip.
"Huh?"
"How teachers always give us handouts, then tell us to just work on them by ourselves and stuff."
"Oh uh, yeah," Craig replies, partly surprised that he was even talking with him right now.
"So," Kenny says and leans onto a hand, "how have you been? Haven't really heard from you since the whole metal scrap search," he chuckles, "your finger heal alright?"
"O-oh," Craig stammers, "I'm good, just been doing stuff, and uh—yeah, it healed okay," he wants to smack himself for how dumb that response is. "How about you? How have you been?" he adds, trying to hide his awkwardness with a question.
"I'm doing alright," Kenny replies, "a bit tired, but other than that, alright."
"You should sleep more if you're tired," Craig says, and Kenny laughs, causing him to once again want to smack himself for how dumb that sounded.
"Well I try, but things always want to wake me up it seems."
"Things?"
"It's nothing," Kenny smiles, but the expression doesn't seem to match the way the words sound. There's a pull, like Craig wants to ask more about it, but he doesn't, he felt it wasn't his place too. "Do you want some help?" Kenny asks, pointing to the worksheet, "It would go faster if we do it as a collaborative effort."
"Sure," Craig replies and Kenny sits up, then places his textbook between their worksheets.
The two fall into small talk as they go about their work. Craig somehow manages to talk with him pretty normally, despite the lingering faint burn across various parts of his skin, and his short responses due to nerves.
By the time the end of class comes and they gather their things, Kenny looks up at him.
"So, I don't know what brought you to sit next to me today. But feel free to do it again," he says standing up, "it's nice to have someone else to talk with in this class," he laughs. Craig only nods shyly in response though and Kenny smiles, "Great, then see you later," he adds before heading off.
Craig watches as he heads to the front of the class, hands his worksheet in, then heads out of class. Craig follows suit shortly after, handing in his own worksheet before heading out of class too. He catches a glimpse of Clyde walking with Token as he enters the halls and makes a direct beeline for him.
"You," he says when reaching him.
Clyde looks at him, surprised at first, but his features relax into a smile, "Oh hey Craig, how was class?"
"Don't play innocent with me, I know you were behind it," Craig scowls.
"I don't know what you mean," Clyde shrugs.
"Uh, what's going on?" Token asks, confused.
"Nothing," Craig replies, "just dumb stuff."
"Hmmm, well I wouldn't call it that exactly," Clyde says amused and Craig glares.
"Huh?" Token says.
Craig tells himself he'll deal with Clyde later, which he does via arm punches on the bus ride home. When his stop comes, he gets off, drops his school bag and things off at home, then makes his way over to Stark's Pond. He goes to the spot where he hid the android, and carefully takes it out from its hiding spot. Still in awe of it actually being real, he checks over it, making sure everything is connected properly and that he didn't miss anything, before he takes out the small chip card from his pocket. He opens the patch on the chest and carefully slides it back into place, with a small click.
When nothing happens, a small sigh is let out before he closes the patch again. There wasn't much more that he could think of to do in order to turn it on, and starts to wonder if whoever, or maybe even whatever, made the android may have given up on it, because it wouldn't turn on or work at all. Either way, it seemed clear that it wasn't going to boot up.
Not knowing what else to do, Craig goes to cover it back up and gets ready to leave, wondering what he should do with it now. However, as he covers it in leaves and branches, a small muffled buzz catches his attention. He stops, confused, and checks his phone. But there's nothing on it. Another small buzz goes off and he continues to look around confused, until his eyes fall onto the blanket covering the android. He moves a hand to it and pulls the fabric down, slowly. The buzzing stops when it's removed from the android's face. He stares at it for a long moment and is about ready to place the blanket back over it, but a flick of movement catches his attention.
Blue.
It's the first thing he notices when glancing over. Blue eyes. So deep and dark, like sapphire gems. The pupils focus and connect with Craig's, whose shrink in response, startled by the sudden attention on them. He moves away and the head turns as he does, watching him. He stays locked in place, unsure of what to do, or how to react. The eyes stay on him for a short while longer, until the head turns back up. Then there's movement, as the android sits up, as if rising from the dead, the upper section of it being the only half to move. Craig slides back as the head turns to him again, and the android twists and places its hands, then its knees onto the ground.
Its eyes stay on Craig, as it moves a hand forward and begins a slow crawl towards him. Craig tenses, unable to move as it draws closer, not knowing what it was going to do. The android stops in front of him and tilts its head, curiously. Craig was almost certain that if it had been able to breathe like him, he would've been able to feel its breath brushing across his face.
"Um, hello?" Craig says, unsure.
The android watches him for a few seconds before its mouth starts to move.
"Hell...o?" it repeats.
The voice is male sounding, and Craig's guess from before about it being male is confirmed. However, he's much too surprised by the response he gets back to really think too much on that.
"You... you can talk?" Craig asks.
"Ta...lk?"
"Can you understand me?"
"Understand..." the android repeats, and then lifts up a hand and touches Craig's cheek.
"Huh, I guess there's still a few tweaks to work out," Craig says to himself. He closes an eye, as a finger moves a bit too close to it.
"Tweaks," the android repeats.
"Yeah," Craig says, "seems like you still got a few. But glad you're working at least." he adds, then pauses, "I guess I should give you some kind of name, since you're up and running now. I wonder if you ever had one before..."
He stops to think over some names in his head, trying to pick one he thinks would be best, but none come to mind.
"Tweaks."
"Huh?"
"Tweaks, tweaks," the android repeats.
"Do you... like that word?" Craig asks.
"Tweaks."
"I guess I'll take that as a yes," Craig smiles, "but calling you Tweaks would be strange, so what if... I call you Tweek with two e's and no s? Least that way it still sounds like the word, but looks a bit more like a name," he chuckles.
"Twe...ek," there's a pause, "Tweek!" the android exclaims.
"Seems like you like it," Craig says and places a hand on Tweek's head. "Then from this moment onwards, I shall call you Tweek," he smiles.
"Tweek!" Tweek repeats, and mimics a smile back on his own face.
The smile looks so human-like, that Craig would think it was, if not for the prior information that he knew that Tweek was an android. He runs his hand over the thick mess of hair before moving his hand away.
"Man, I still need to give your hair a proper washdown at some point," he says. Tweek sits down and tilts his head to the side, before mimicking Craig's gesture and lifting a hand up and touching his head. He plays with the puffball on his hat a bit, fascinated by it. "Well Tweek," Craig says and moves his hand away from it, "it's nice to meet you. I'm Craig."
"Cr... aig?" Tweek repeats.
"Yes, Craig," he says and shakes Tweeks hand.
Tweek looks at their hands, mimicking the shake before moving closer to examine the action. He grips Craig's hand and looks up at him smiling.
"Craig!"
Craig returns the smile and slowly frees his hand from its hold.
"Now," he says, "What to do with you? Can't really bring you back with me without my parents asking questions. I guess you'll have to stay here..." he frowns, "I can't stay here with you overnight, so can't keep an eye on you… And then there's school too..." he pauses, trying to think of what to do, before going about making a small shelter for Tweek.
Tweek watches as he goes about making it, grabbing branches, leaves and foliage, setting them up between the boulder and tall tree next to it.
"Guess I should bring some things for you later," Craig says as he finishes setting up the small space, "like clothes," he adds looking Tweek over. He picks up the blanket, then wraps it around Tweek. Tweek looks down at it curiously. "This will have to do for now." Tweek plays around with it and Craig smiles, "You'll have to stay here." But Tweek only looks at him with a slight head tilt, making Craig wonder if he's even able to grasp the context of his words or not.
He stays with him until the sun begins to set, trying his best to explain to Tweek what he was going to do, before needing to head home.
"Alright, now you stay here, got it?" Craig says, standing up. But Tweek only stares blankly at him and he sighs. "Well, hopefully you got it…" he mumbles before turning to leave, "you have a good night now, I'll see you tomorrow, okay Tweek?"
"Tomorrow…?"
"Yes, now be good till then, alright?"
Craig gives a small smile and waves back at him, before he heads off. While Tweek's blank expression watches him as he goes.
By the time Craig gets back home, he's tired. He flops down onto his bed and starts thinking of what to do with the android now. He'd hoped that Tweek would stay where he was told to stay and not wander off, but he had his doubts.
He mulls over some ideas for the next hour or so, until growing hungry. Deciding it best to take a break for now, he heads downstairs to grab something to eat. Planning to spend the rest of the evening eating dinner, then heading to bed afterwards. He'd have time to brainstorm some more tomorrow, when his energy was recharged.
With a yawn, he pops open the microwave door and heats up some leftover food from the previous day. He goes to grab a drink while it heats, but something catches his attention. For a long quiet moment he stares out the back door window, with only the hum of the microwave filling the silence now. He's about to go back to grabbing a drink, but something peculiar pokes out from the side of the door. There's a strange sinking suspicion it gives as he squints at it. Just as he goes to take a step closer, the microwave beeps, drawing his attention back to it.
He takes the hot food out and goes to put it down, but nearly has a heart attack and just about drops it when he finds the sudden appearance of a figure now standing at his back door watching him. It takes everything he has in order to not scream and draw the attention of others in the house, when now finding the android he thought he left in the woods, standing at his back door, nude and watching him curiously.
"Jesus fuck—" he mutters, calming down a bit.
He looks at Tweek for a few more seconds, before letting out a sigh and making his way over to the door. Quietly, he slides the door open and looks him up and down, wondering how he followed him all the way home, when he was certain that he didn't see him at all on his way back. He finds the idea that a nude android had followed him all that way mildly amusing, but quickly pulls him inside before any nosey neighbors look outside to see what's going on.
"Somehow I had a feeling you weren't going to stay there…" he monotones.
The sound of a door opening upstairs causes him to freeze, worrying that one of his parents may be coming down. But when he hears another door shut and a faucet turn on, he knows it's one of them getting ready for bed. Not knowing what else to do, he grabs Tweek's wrist and guides him along, quickly heading up to his room, and just barely having enough time to slip into it as the bathroom door opens again. He shuts the door behind himself with a sigh, and leans against it.
When feeling calmer, his attention is drawn back to Tweek, watching as he glances around the room curiously.
"Guess I'll have to keep you in here for tonight," he says, as he walks past him.
He takes a seat on his bed as Tweek continues to wander around his room, looking at the various pieces of furniture, and the things that rested against, or on them. Tweek pokes at one of the drawers of Craig's dresser, prompting Craig to get up again.
"Oh right, I should give you some clothes to wear…" he thinks aloud, walking over and opening one of the drawers. He sorts through it, until finding a shirt and pair of shorts, "Here, these should do for now."
He faces Tweek and frowns, trying to figure out how exactly he was going to dress him. He decides to go with putting the shirt on first, which is easy to get over his head, but struggles a bit with getting Tweek to put his arms through the sleeves. However, he manages and moves onto the shorts next. For which he has Tweek sit down on his bed, then stand up again in order to get them on.
Tweek examines the clothes, touching them with his fingers curiously. To Craig and probably anyone else, Tweek would look like any other normal person now, albeit he still probably needed a bit more of a cleaning, but still, he looked like how anyone else would. Tweek grabs at the bottom of his shirt then and begins to lift it up, trying to remove it, which Craig stops by grabbing his wrist.
"No, leave it on!" he tells him and Tweek looks at him. He figures that Tweek probably doesn't understand him, but hopes that his action sends enough of a message to him. "I'm too tired to go through redressing you again, so just leave it on," he sighs and lets go. Tweek looks at him for a few more seconds before letting go of his shirt. Craig feels a bit of relief that his message seems to have gotten through to him, until he feels his own shirt and pants being tugged at, "H-hey! Stop that! No!"
"No…?" Tweek repeats.
"Yes!"
"Yes?"
"No!" Craig quickly grabs both his wrists and moves his hands away, raising them up, "Don't do that!" He tries his best to tell him that he shouldn't do that, but figures that it most likely would just go over his head and sighs, "this would be so much easier if you could understand what I'm saying," he glances over at his computer and gets an idea, "here," he guides the android over to it and turns it on.
For the next couple of hours, he proceeds to try and explain words to him, by pulling up an online dictionary and going over them as best he can in an explanatory manner. Eventually he grows tired and moves to his bed to sleep. At first he's concerned about sleeping with the android there, but it quickly fades as soon as he lies down. Shutting his eyes, sleep consumes him shortly thereafter.
Tweek watches him for a few seconds, before his gaze is drawn back to the computer once more, staring at it blankly, while time ticks away.
…
When Craig wakes the next morning, he's partly surprised to be awake before his alarm goes off, then recalls how he didn't actually set it that night. The next thing he's surprised by is Tweek, before also recalling the chaos of yesterday's events. His attention is then drawn to Tweek's hand and its placement on his computer tower. It takes a few seconds for him to register just what it is he's seeing after waking, but when he does, his eyes widen. A jumbled flash of images were appearing and disappearing one after another in quick succession across the screen.
"Hey—what are you—" he sits up and rushes over to Tweek, moving his hand away from the computer. There's a small metallic click, as one of the tips of Tweek's fingers pops out from a USB port on the front of it. Seamlessly, the small component slides back into Tweek's finger and disappears, leaving Craig stunned by what he just saw. The images on his computer stop, and Craig looks it over, "What were you doing…"
"Sorry."
"Seriously, what were you…" Craig freezes and slowly looks over at him, "wait, what did you just say?"
"Sorry," at first Craig thinks it may have just been a coincidence, but then Tweek continues, "I didn't mean to cause you distress."
"Wha—" Craig's mouth hangs open, agape, in shock, "—you—wait, what ?! You can talk now?!"
"Yes," Tweek nods.
"How?!"
"I downloaded the information off the internet last night while you slept. I was curious to learn more about what you were showing me, so I decided to look into it more and found I could connect with your computer. So I started downloading languages off of it."
Craig continues to stare in shock at him, still finding it unbelievable that this happened so fast overnight. But he supposed that in terms of Tweek being an android, it made some sense. Which both oddly fascinated and frightened him. Hoping that words were the only thing he learned from the net.
"Oh… well, I guess this makes communicating with you a lot easier now…" Craig says. He rubs at his tired eyes, "There's a lot about this whole thing that my brain still needs to process, but I don't have time for that right now," he glances up and looks at the time at the bottom corner of the computer screen. "I need to get ready for school," he heads over to the dresser and pulls some clothes out from it, "you need to stay here, in this room."
"Why?"
"Because if my parents see you, they'll freak."
"Freak?"
"Yes, freakout, for a number of reasons," a number of reasons that Craig wasn't going to get into, "so stay here and don't leave this room. Got it?"
"Yes," Tweek nods.
"Good," Craig says, as he leaves his room, "I'll be right back."
He shuts the door and quickly hurries to the bathroom to finish getting ready. Once done, he heads back to his room to grab his school things.
"Alright, I'll be back once school is over today, and then we can figure out what to do," he quickly explains, gathering his things, "but until then, do not leave this room. Please."
"I understand," Tweek replies.
Craig offers a small brief smile, before throwing his bag over his shoulder and heading back towards the door.
"Good, I'll see you later then," he tells Tweek before he exits.
The door shuts behind him and he hurries downstairs, then quickly heads to the bus stop.
"Hey loser," his sister greets as he reaches the bus stop, but he ignores her, being much too occupied by his thoughts to even fully acknowledge her.
A few minutes later, the bus arrives and they get on.
Craig's thoughts throughout most of the morning are preoccupied and uninterrupted. Least until one certain class comes up again. Science. When entering into it, his attention is drawn to Kenny's orange and black hoodie. He pauses briefly in the doorway as Kenny's words from last time play out in his head. He takes a few steps in his direction, but when Kenny's head looks up, his heart stops and he quickly changes direction and walks over to his friends instead and takes a seat.
Clyde glances over at him, unamused.
"Really?"
Craig shoots him a glare.
"Shut up."
Clyde only rolls his eyes in response.
Craig spares a small glance over at Kenny, who's now looking down at his notebook and scribbling away in it once more.
The class progresses and comes to an end, and as Craig gathers up his things to leave, Kenny passes him.
"Hey Craig, I missed talking with you during class today," he tells him with a small wink, before carrying on past him.
A faint flush can't help but spread across Craig's cheeks as he watches him head off. It quickly fades though, when spotting Clyde wearing a know-it-all smirk plastered across his face, accompanied by suggestive eyebrow movements. To which Craig promptly proceeds to punch him in the arm.
"Ow!" Clyde exclaims, rubbing his arm.
"Wipe that dumbass smirk off your face," Craig tells him before heading off as well.
The day continues until the end comes and Craig can finally go home. As soon as he's off the bus, he rushes home. Quickly tossing his shoes off, before making a beeline to his room. Hoping that Tweek didn't wander off on his own. However, relief fills him, when he opens the door to find Tweek sitting on the end of his bed. Waiting patiently for his return.
"Hello," Tweek greets.
"Oh thank god," Craig murmurs to himself, dropping his school bag onto the floor and shutting the door, "did you stay here the whole time?"
"Yes, just as you asked."
"Okay good," Craig says as he walks over to him, "I think you may need to end up staying in here for a while longer, till I can figure out where else you can stay," he pauses, looking him over, then gently grabs some strands of his hair between his fingers, "But I think you should get a proper wash if you're going to stay here. Otherwise my mom will probably ask where the smell is coming from…"
With that, he gathers some clothes from his dresser, and a towel before heading to the bathroom. He guides Tweek to it once setting them aside, and prepares him for a wash. He didn't have to worry about anyone walking in, since his parents weren't home yet and his disinterested sister usually stayed downstairs to watch whatever show she liked, until eventually just retiring to her room for the rest of the night.
First up, he decides on washing Tweek's hair, since it was the most dirty still.
"I'm going to wash your hair," Craig tells him, "lift up your arms."
Tweek does and Craig removes his shirt. He gets to work wetting Tweek's hair with the showerhead, guiding him to sit next to the bathtub and having him lean his head backwards over it. He puts the shampoo in his hair once it's wet enough and works it up to a soapy lather.
"Shouldn't I be fully washed for bathing?" Tweek asks, looking at him.
"Well, usually yeah, but…"
"But what?"
"Well… I'm not exactly sure if you're waterproof or not, so…" Tweek looks away, as if pausing in thought, before suddenly turning over and getting up. "Hey—what are you doing?!" Craig says confused.
"Seeing if I'm waterproof," Tweek replies, stepping into the tub and grabbing the showerhead from him.
"Wait!" Craig goes to stop him, but is too late. Tweek raises the showerhead to himself and is doused in the ongoing waterflow from it. There's a long pause, where only the sound of water fills the space. Then slowly, Tweek looks over at him.
"It seems that I am waterproof."
A sigh of relief escapes Craig and he grabs the showerhead from him, placing it into its fixture on the wall. He then grabs a small towel off its holder and wets it, then adds soap to it.
"Here," he says, holding it out for Tweek.
"What do I do with it?" Tweek asks, looking at it.
"You wash yourself with it."
Tweek only continues to look at it though, before Craig sighs and places it onto his skin and begins to scrub him.
"Like this," he tells him. He ends up scrubbing his entire torso down, before putting the cloth in his hand, "Give me your shorts, they're getting soaked," Tweek takes them off and hands them to him, "finish washing your legs and stuff off," he instructs and turns to the skin.
He wrings the shorts out over it and leaves them on the side, then sets out the clothes he'd brought in earlier on the counter. He turns back around to find Tweek has finished with his washing, and the only thing left were the soap suds that still lingered in his hair.
"Alright, give me the cloth," he tells him, reaching out a hand, Tweek hands him it and he places it to the side of the tub, "there's still a bit of shampoo left to wash out of your hair."
He positions Tweek to face away from the direction of the showerhead, and makes sure that the water lands directly on the back of his head, then gets to work running his hands through his hair to wash the remaining soap out.
"Lean your head back," he instructs and Tweek does.
Tweek looks over at him while he's washing the soap out at one point, but Craig pays it no mind, just chalking it up to curiosity, like the other actions he had shown up till then. Eventually, all the soap is rinsed out and he turns the shower off. He grabs the dry towel he'd brought in, and starts to dry him. Throwing the towel over his head and drying his hair. Tweek only silently watching as he does so. Craig then tells him to step out of the tub once done with drying him off and grabs the clothes next, helping him to get dressed. When seeing that Tweek's hair is still damp, he has him sit down on the toilet seat and uses his mom's hairdryer to dry his hair more.
His fingers comb through his hair, checking to make sure that there's no residue of any kind left in it. He runs them along the hairline on the side of Tweek's head behind the ear and notices something. It's small and at first he thinks it may be dirt, but when looking closer, sees that it's not. It was instead a very small set of letters and numbers that read, APM-003.
"What's this?" he murmurs to himself. Not really sure of what to make of it, he goes back to focusing on drying his hair. Once it's dried enough, he turns the hairdryer off and puts it away. "Alright, all done, you can stand up now," he tells him and goes to gather the discarded items in the room.
Once done he tells Tweek to follow him to his room. Tweek does, as Craig carries a pile of wet clothes in his arms. Once they make it back to his room, Craig tosses the wet clothing into a laundry basket in his closet and shuts the door.
"Now that that's done, nobody should ask about the smell of garbage lingering around," he says and flops down onto his bed.
Tweek looks around the room, till his gaze falls onto a corner of it and he walks over to it.
"What are these?" he asks, "I saw them before, but was unable to ask about them."
Craig looks up to see what he's asking about, and finds his gaze drawn to the ceiling.
"Oh, those are stickers," Craig replies when spotting what he's looking at.
"Stickers?"
"Yeah, some old star stickers from when I was a kid," Craig explains, "I put them up there when I was like 11 or 12 or something, because I liked space stuff a lot and wanted to make a mini galaxy in the corner of my room for it. Had a bunch of pictures and a planetary diagram that hung from there as well."
"What happened to them?" Tweek asks, looking at him.
"Took them down."
"Why?"
"Because I grew up," Craig shrugs.
"It sounded interesting."
"Nah, it was just a dumb idea I had from when I was a kid."
"I don't think it sounded like a dumb idea."
Tweek's attention is drawn back up to the corner of his room again, examining the remnants of the old glow in the dark stickers that used to be there. There's a small smile that can't help but cross Craig's face, when seeing how oddly fascinated Tweek was with them.
For the next couple of hours, Craig works on some schoolwork, while Tweek walks around his room, observing the things in it and asking some small questions here and there about the little discoveries he finds. Eventually, Craig has to pull out his phone and play some videos on it, so that Tweek won't keep on asking him questions while he works.
"I'm going to get something to eat," Craig tells him, placing the phone down on the bed, "don't connect with it," he points, gesturing between the phone and him.
He leaves the stream of cute animal videos playing on his phone for Tweek to watch, while he heads out of his room and down to the kitchen. By this time, his sister had retreated to her bedroom and his parents were home. His dad was watching the T.V while his mom was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. He thinks about going back upstairs when spotting her, but is too slow to react and she notices him.
"Craig," she says in a stern tone.
"Yes?" Craig replies, having a feeling where this is headed.
"Did you leave your food out on the counter all night, last night?" she asks and he hesitates, "Craig?"
"Yeah," he slowly replies.
"Can I ask as to why you left it out all night?"
"I forgot," he slowly shrugs. He knew he wasn't the best when it came to lying, but hoped that he at least seemed somewhat believable with his response.
She gives him a pointed look, before shaking her head and going back to what she was doing prior.
"Honestly…" she mutters to herself.
He decides to wait for dinner to finish being made, joining his father for a while in the living room and watching what's on the T.V until it's served. His plan once it's done is to take a plate and head back upstairs, but his parents insist that he eat with them today, since he hasn't eaten at the table all week so far. He tries to get out of it, by saying he has schoolwork to do, but they don't budge and he reluctantly sits down at the table with an annoyed roll of the eyes. His mom calls his sister down a short while later, and they all enjoy a family dinner together.
Faint worry lingers in the back of his mind about Tweek, worrying that the android may leave his room and come looking for him, but he luckily doesn't and Craig quickly finishes his food and heads back upstairs.
When he gets back to his room, Tweek is sitting on his bed, still watching animal videos on it. Craig can't help but smile, finding the thought of an android being so into watching those videos, mildly amusing. He lets him be, while he goes about his own business, until bedtime comes and he gets ready to sleep.
He allows Tweek to continue watching a long playlist on his computer of the animal videos, so that he can charge his phone and set it for tomorrow. Once that's done, he lies down and tries to sleep, needing rest for another long day ahead. It's a bit awkward still, trying to sleep with Tweek there, but eventually he manages to properly drift off and sleep peacefully.