The Evermore Dissociate(Creek)

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"Care to explain why my moms favourite plant is imbedded in your hair?" Tweek asked as the two of them walked into the kitchen.

"I don't know... I was just walking by and got tangled up." Craig replied, shrugging his shoulders as he sat down at the table. He watched as Tweek sat down a couple of chairs away, keeping to himself as he looked everywhere, but at Craig.

"Not that I don't believe you, but okay."

"What's going on, Tweek?" Craig frowned as he nervously fiddled with his fingers. It was strange, considering it was usually Tweek to do such a thing. It wasn't an everyday occurrence for Craig to feel so anxious, but here he was, in all his trembling glory. "Why have you shut everyone out?"

"Not everyone."

"Your parents don't count."

Chewing on his bottom lip, Tweek inhaled a deep breath as he looked directly at the table. He could feel Craig's eyes boring into the side of his face, and he wanted nothing more than for it to stop. "I want to be alone."

"But why?" Craig pressed. "I've annoyed you again, haven't I?"

"No," Tweek lied between gritted teeth. He really did want to be alone right now. He'd been relaxing in his bedroom, listening to some music whilst he read online, but now, his stress free night was compromised. "Not everything is about you, Craig."

"Then what is it? Why are you ignoring me? Why are you ignoring everyone? Have you even been outside at all?"

"Ngh- you should leave." Tweek stressed, tugging on a handful of hair. "You- you need to leave."

Standing from his place at the table, Craig frowned as he moved closer to where Tweek was sitting. As he slowly made his way over, so not to alert Tweek, he noticed the strains of his eyes, both bloodshot and red. "Tweek," Craig spoke quietly as he kneeled beside him. His pleading eyes tried to seek out Tweek's, but the blondes remained closed as he heavily breathed.

"Please, just go."

"No." Craig simply stated. Taking ahold of Tweek's wrist, he carefully removed the hand from pulling his hair. Even after Tweek reluctantly allowed it to be moved, the hold Craig had, stayed in place. "I'm not leaving you."

At Craig's words, Tweek glanced towards his friend for the shortest second, but even a second was enough time to feel a connection through their brief eye contact. It was almost as though Craig could feel the conflict Tweek was feeling. Like he could sense the wars waging on within his mind. "My memory came back." Tweek whispered beneath his breath.

The confession made Craig's ears perk up, and the fingers wrapped around Tweek's wrist tighten ever so slightly, but not enough to hurt him. It was more of a comforting hold, for Craig, and for Tweek. "They did?"

Nodding his head slightly, Tweek released a breath filled with tension. He stared at the hand touching him in a desperate attempt at being close, and when his eyes flickered over to focus solely on Craig's, this time, they didn't flinch away.

Under Craig's eyes were dark circles, and unknowingly to Tweek, he was the cause of the sleepless nights. He was the cause of the stress Craig had been showered with, because without each other, the two of them were a mess. They were incompetent alone, which was evident in each of their fatigued features.

"I wish it hadn't, but it's back."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because," Tweek's voice raised slightly as he tugged his wrist free, surprising Craig as he did so. "I feel stupid and embarrassed. I was stressing so much, trying to remember anything, and for what? To remember how it felt to feel scared all of the time? To feel alone?"

"You're not alone, Tweek."

"I felt that way throughout this past year, and it was because of you." 

When Tweek turned to face away from Craig, an unsettling silence followed. Craig was stunned at the statement. He knew he'd made Tweek feel like a pile of shit throughout the year, but he never knew he'd made him feel alone. It made his stomach twist uncomfortably, and now he was ashamed to even look at his friend.

Standing up with his knees clicking quietly, Craig tucked his hands into his pockets as he stared down at his shoes. He felt like the worst friend in existence, and the fact that Tweek couldn't even spare him a glance, confirmed this. "I'm sorry." He mumbled on a tight throat.

"Whatever." Tweek mumbled back. "I'm over it."

"You're not." Craig said, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. "You wouldn't be hiding out in your room if you was."

With his nose flaring, Tweek forced himself not to snap. He continued to glare at the table, unable to look anywhere near Craig. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. Tweek was supposed to forgive Craig. He was supposed to smile so that Craig could smile back. They were supposed to laugh at how stupid this all was, not be surrounded by all of this negativity.

It was like one step forward, two steps back with Tweek. No matter what Craig did, he just couldn't get through to him. The lack of progress was making Craig feel stupidly emotional, and though it made him human, he hated it. He didn't like to feel things, but Tweek was making him feel all sorts of things.

"Please stop being mad at me." His voice quivered as his pleading eyes raised to rest on Tweek.

Sighing, Tweek rubbed the tension from his eyes. "I'm not." He says in a deflated tone. "I'm mad at myself."

"What for?"

"Because, after all of this, I still can't get over you. And it's stupid because I know you'll never feel the same, right?"

Shuffling uncomfortably in place, Craig averted his eyes as he chewed on the inside of his lip. It was in this moment that something clicked inside of his head, and suddenly he was seeing Tweek in a whole new light. He could easily answer that and achieve the progress he'd so desperately been seeking, but a stronger side of Craig was frightened by the way he was seeing Tweek in a way no friend should. And so, as his eyes refused to meet Tweek's wobbly green ones, Craig jerked his head as if to answer.

"Right." He quietly replied, lying to not only himself, but also to Tweek.