Tweek sat curled up on the couch, his knee bouncing anxiously as he held a steaming cup of coffee. His hands trembled slightly, though whether it was from the caffeine or his usual nerves, even he couldn’t tell. Craig was beside him, lying back with his legs stretched out and his head resting comfortably on Tweek’s shoulder.

“Do you ever stop fidgeting?” Craig asked lazily, though his voice was more amused than annoyed. He reached up, wrapping his fingers around Tweek’s hand to still it.

“I-I can’t help it, dude!” Tweek sputtered, glancing down at him. “What if the coffee spills? Or the couch catches fire? Or—”

“Tweek,” Craig interrupted, squeezing his hand gently. “The couch isn’t going to catch fire.”

“But—”

Craig tilted his head to look up at him, his expression calm and steady in the way that always managed to ground Tweek. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

Tweek hesitated but nodded, taking a shaky breath. He leaned his head against Craig’s and let his body finally relax, though his grip on the coffee cup stayed firm. Craig smirked, pulling a blanket over both of them.

“See? Not so hard,” Craig said, his voice soft.

Tweek gave a small smile, his jittery energy easing under Craig’s steady presence. For once, he felt like the chaos in his head wasn’t so loud. And that was enough.