Craig had noticed that Tweek had been extra… panicked recently. They were at Craig’s house at the moment , doing their usual hangout rituals. Chatting , watching TV , laying down together , the usual.

Craig looked down at Tweek , since he was in his arms at the moment as they watched TV. He tilted his head a bit , looking at his hair. It was getting extra greasy and dirty , as well as tangled. He cringed at the sight a bit.

“… tweek.” he nudged Tweek a bit , wanting him to get up. “go to the bathroom.”

Tweek perked up curiously. He was about to protest , but nodding instead , walking into the bathroom. He looked into his reflection for a bit , waiting for Craig.

Craig walked into a few moments later. He was holding a towel , and some random stuff from Trisha’s and his mom’s room. It consisted of ‘ self care ‘ things . He set them onto the sink.

Tweek looked over , looking through them slightly. “where did you get these from?”

Craig rolled his eyes. “Magic. .. okay , can I wash your hair ?”

*Tweek raised an eyebrow , a bit surprised . It wasn’t uncommon when Craig took over and took care of Tweek for a bit , simple things like washing his hair and making sure he was actually drinking water and eating.

“..okay.” Tweek murmured , walking over to the shower , he sat outside of the tub , folding his legs under himself. He carded his fingers through his unruly hair , before turning on the water , the usual hot he liked.

Craig walked over , sitting behind Tweek and grabbing his shampoo. It was a mango scent. Tweek always liked fruity smells anyways.

He poured the shampoo on his hands , gently scrubbing Tweek hair up to his scalp. Tweek leaned into the touch , letting out a sigh of comfort.