One night , Craig Tucker was in the kitchen , grabbing a snack. He waited for his boyfriend to come home from work , since he took the night shift at the coffee shop for some extra money.

he was rummaging through their snacks , and grabbed a bag of chips to munch on. He walked over to his couch , laying onto it and grabbing his phone.

Tweek suddenly bursted through the front of their apartment, and dropped his bag onto the ground , not bothering to put it away properly.

Tweek ran straight to Craig , laying onto the couch and laying his face into his lap. He seemed stressed , for some reason. It wasn’t uncommon , but still worrying.

Craig looked down at Craig , before running his hands through the back of his head and hair.

he whispered , trying to keep him calm as he massaged his head.

“What’s wrong?”

Tweek let out a frustrated noise , gripping Craig for comfort.