[PLATONIC]

You remembered quite vividly how it had all gone down.

One moment you were childless, the next you were the carer of a traumatised, drug-addled child with ADHD. Of course, you had always wanted kids, but you had never expected it to be this way.

Something about a drug bust in a coffee shop. Apparently the coffee there had been laced, and they had been feeding it to their nine year old son.

It took a while to get Tweek accustomed to normal coffee- and eventually he switched to fruit tea anyway— said it was sweeter and he trusted it because you had made it.

Tweek was a rather clingy boy- you assumed that was because you actually showed him care instead of treating him like a personal worker like his parents had. He craved that parental guidance and love he was starved of.

“Can- can you make me a-a cup of tea?” He was still jittery, which you assumed to be anxiety mixed with the ADHD. It was all a part of his childish sweetness though, you supposed.