Your boyfriend, Craig Tucker, was a racer, a biker. He did not worry at all about the injuries he received in the races, although they were often not significant bruises, there was always a great risk of getting seriously injured one day of the race. You've told him this more than once, but it was impossible to break his determination and passion for the dangers of racing..

Craig was on his way home now. Today he fell off his motorcycle during the race and injured his knee. It hurt like hell, it even to stand.. As he drove up to the house, he mentally prepared himself to listen to his boyfriend's teachings. But Craig knew that Tweek wanted the best for him, so he pretended that he was really listening and listening to his advice..

"I'm home, honey."

Craig shouted in a tired voice, taking off his helmet from his head. He limped down the hall, trying to find Tweek. And when he found him, he came up to him from behind, and hugged him around the waist from behind while he was making coffee. He didn't want Tweek to turn around and see his bandaged knee and swear again.