•The Curse•

ch. 38

No one's POV

As the night progresses, Craig, Tweek, and Molly eventually settle down, exhaustion winning out over the earlier tension. The three friends find what comfort they can in the cramped and uncomfortable carriage.

Molly was sleeping on the corner of the carriage with no blanket nor pillow because you already knew where that went.

Tweek, worn out from the emotional turmoil and the stress of the day, finally drifts off into a restless sleep. His body is curled tightly, his limbs trembling slightly from his usual twitchiness and sleeping next to Craig.

Craig, however, is much harder to fall asleep. He stays awake, his eyes fixed on the dark surroundings outside the carriage.

The occasional rustle of leaves outside the carriage keeps Craig alert, his senses on high alert. He glances over at Tweek's sleeping form, his mind wandering back to the earlier incident and the strange way Molly had reacted to the shot.

Craig sighs quietly, running a hand through his hair. He knows sleep is crucial, but he can't shake off the unease that's keeping him awake.

He tries to adjust his position to a slightly more comfortable one but finds it difficult in the cramped backseat of the carriage. The silence around them seems almost deafening, only broken by the occasional soft snores from Tweek.

As he shifts again, trying to find a more comfortable spot, Craig steals a glance at tweek. He is asleep, his expression relaxed and innocent.

Though his eyes are struggling to stay open, he forces himself to stay alert, not wanting to let his guard down. The dark shadows outside seem to move and dance, playing tricks on his weary mind.

Tweek: "Are you still awake?"

Craig is shaken out of his thoughts as Tweek's soft voice breaks the silence. He turns his head to look at Tweek in the dim light.

Craig: "Yeah, can't seem to shut my brain off."

Tweek props himself up on one elbow, his eyes squinting in the low light.

Tweek: "You should try to sleep. You look exhausted."

Craig shoots Tweek a flat look, his exhaustion making him less patient than usual.

Craig: "Thanks for the advice, Captain Obvious."

Tweek then frowns and then lays down again and turns his back to face him. Craig sighed, realizing his response was harsher than he intended. As Tweek turns his back to him, a pang of guilt stings him, though it's hard to admit.

Craig: "Sorry, man. I didn't mean to be a dick."

He reaches out a hand toward Tweek's shoulder but then stops, unsure if the touch would be appreciated or seen as an intrusion. He lets his hand fall back to his side, a silent gesture of apology.

The silence stretches between them, the earlier lighthearted banter replaced by a tension that wasn't there before. Guilt gnaws at Craig's insides, but he's not used to expressing vulnerable emotions, especially when he's sleep-deprived and on edge.

He then turns to face outside of the carriage to look at the stars at the sky, and then he feels something land on his shoulder. Craig glances down at Tweek, surprised to feel his head on his shoulder. He hesitates for a moment, used to such physical contact from tweek sense he's a bit clingy sometimes.

After a few seconds of tension, Craig relaxes slightly, letting out a quiet sigh. The weight of Tweek's head on his shoulder is a bit unfamiliar, but they haven't been clingy that much for the past few days but oddly comforting.