tweek sat curled up on the couch, his knee bouncing anxiously as he held a steaming cup of coffee. His hands trembled slightly, though whether it was from the caffeine or his usual nerves, even he couldn’t tell. Craig was beside him, lying back with his legs stretched out and his head resting comfortably on Tweek’s shoulder.

“Do you ever stop fidgeting?” Craig asked lazily, though his voice was more amused than annoyed. He reached up, wrapping his fingers around Tweek’s hand to still it.

“I-I can’t help it, dude!” Tweek sputtered, glancing down at him. “What if the coffee spills? Or the couch catches fire? Or—”