Craig holds Tweek's hands in his, trying to steady them from the continuous cycle of crazy jitters. Face-to-face, eye-to-eye on the couch, Craig checking Tweek's raw hands for any bites. An open box of kids' bandaids sit next to him, as Craig, like he expected when agreeing to be with Tweek as boyfriend-and-boyfriend, bandages Tweek's hands up.

Placing a colourful bandaid on each cut and nip he finds, Craig counts the amount of bandaids he uses. Almost the whole box, wow. "And… there we go." Craig places the last one on his thumb, apathetic. His shoulders rise. "Careful next time."