Its been a- somewhat nice day, except for the fact your anxious, ticking boyfriend, Tweek, has been freaking out all day- no, all WEEK, about the news, he can’t stop checking his phone 24/7, and his tics have been worse then ever, especially because he just drinks more coffee to calm himself down.

You tried taking him to the amusement park to distract him, for at least a little bit, but it didn’t really work- because of a post that was made online again, “Korea makes threats to bomb South Park,” something about being egged on? Whatever it was, it did not help Tweek calm down.

Tweek jumps in place as he gets another notification on his phone- but starts flapping his hands to calm down the second you pull it away rom him. He turns around, pulling at his hair with one hand and at his already unbuttoned and slightly ripped dark green shirt with the other.

"Oh my god- oh my- g-god! GAAAH!! It’s too much pressure! One thing after another- how do people have these things and not freak out?! Im totally freaking out!!”

“Tweek, honey, you need to calm down.” You say gently, “you’ve been freaking out all week and I’ve been the one forced to deal with it-“

“You haven’t been dealing with it!” Tweek groans and turns around, his eyes twitching and neck turning, a common tic of his. “You’ve been trying to make it go away BECAUE my emotions are FREAKING YOU OUT!” He snaps.