It had been a week after Tweek had left.
Craig was laying in bed, exhausted from searching the whole state of Colorado to find his lover.
And all because of him. If he hadn't been drinking, he wouldn't have been drunk and if he wasn't drunk, he wouldn't have raped Tweek and IF HE HADN'T RAPED TWEEK EVERYTHING WOULD NORMAL AGAIN!
He sighed, holding a pillow to his chest for comfort. His new room mate walked in, sitting beside the teen to rub his back.
"Dude, just leave him alone for a while. He'll get over it." Stan said.
"I raped him. How will he get over that?"
Stan remained silent.
Craig went on. "I just...I just need somebody to hug, and-"
"I'm always here for you."
The black-haired boys both looked at each other curiously. Stan's hand hovered over his friend's, locking their fingers together with a smile.
"Are you and I..." He muttered, watching his room mate lean in for a kiss. He was granted one as the boy in the red proof all hat obliged.
"You are so fucking sexy." Craig whispered, his tongue sliding across his partner's inner cheek.
"You too." The lover reached for his pant's zipper, pulling it down quickly.
Meanwhile, Tweek glanced at the apartment's sign. Clyde patted his back, giving him a reassuring smile before jogging back to the car.
The blonde took a deep breath and started down the sidewalk, stopping at his old entrance. He pulled the key out of his jean's pocket, shoving it into the doorknob before stumbling through the apartment.
Moans arose from the bedroom, causing Tweek to turn around and wander in hesitantly.
What he found shocked him.
