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The two didn't always hang out together, well, until a couple months ago. The noirette had found a reason the ginger was quite tolerable. He felt Kyle was more reasonable than Stan, who he felt as an idiot, and Kenny, who was a pervert. Cartman was just something he didn't even have to explain. Like, he always got the other three into situations, or school, and Craig would prefer to avoid that. He'd rather be boring and bored. Boring is nice, and just how he likes it.

He had visited over to Kyle's place, who needed some sort of company. Sure, Craig also knew Stan was probably a choice, but that was the reason he came. The only reason he had Kyle's number was from a stupid project they were supposed to do together. And the only reason it sucked was because Kyle instantly seemed to try to take charge, which Craig felt he can do pretty well with his own way of self-assigning it.

They had talked slowly after the project, he learned the other can be pretty smart, and just a couple of other things. Soon, it became personal. Craig knew it was probably bad the other warmed up to him so easily, but he didn't complain. But the feeling was nice when he was able to talk about space and about the planets, it was almost unbelievable when he would get a response that actually related to the conversation. It wasn't a question on what the hell he was talking about, it was an acknowledgment of his words, and it was like listening to something that made sense.

Other then that, he was laying down while the ginger was laying on top of him, them both on the couch while Kyle was talking his heart away. The male would pay attention, but it wasn't fun when it was just hearing Kyle complain about Stan. Luckily it wasn't all the time, or else Craig would've just stopped talking to Kyle right then and there. Or so he tells himself. But either way, previously the red-head had texted Craig, and they began talking for a couple months. Until today, hours after school, he got an invitation from Kyle to hangout. Sure he would've declined, but it was odd. Whenever he got a notification, in the back of his mind he had a small glimpse of hope it was the ginger.

"-So what would you do, Craig?" Kyle asked as he looked at him, raising a brow once he saw the other's expression change to realization of zoning out. "Really, Craig. Were you thinking about the universe or something?"

The noirette rolled his eyes and flipped him off, then wrapping his arms back around the ginger to avoid him slipping off. "No, I was just thinking is all. What was the question?" Internally, the last question from the other stuck to him. Was he thinking about the universe? Some part of his mind was telling himself, yes, but the other said that was totally gay -

"Anyway, I guess you'd do the same thing in the situation. It just pisses me off, but I guess it makes sense. I'll just keep an open mind," The ginger continued to speak, but the noirette just kept daydreaming while the other would try to word his thoughts.

Was it because of the way the ginger's face would be when he spoke? Or maybe it was the fact he admired just how open-minded the male can be sometimes. Sure, Kyle was annoying as fuck sometimes, but the others were more annoying. So, in the end it was mostly both. Somehow, the other just seemed so cute to the noirette. Oh, how lucky Stan was to be so close and be considered worthy to talk about from Kyle. Which Craig was kind of pissed off about.

A small tint of some sort of feeling swelled up in the male, like he wanted Kyle to say something about him. Anything. But, he realized in the end, Kyle was simply complaining about Stan, to him. It was nice, like Kyle trusted him enough to talk about his 'SBF.' Wait, this stuff usually didn't matt-

"Craig, I swear to god, are you falling asleep or something."

The noirette glanced at the ginger who spoke, "Uh, yeah I guess."

Kyle was gonna say how the other should've said something, but he let out a low sigh, "Alright, well, I guess I'm done anyway."

Craig nodded slowly before taking just another moment to admire the other, and he couldn't help the sudden butterflies in his stomach. God, he hated it so much, but yet he didn't. This was new, too new.

The next thing he knew, the noirette slightly pulled him closer as he let out a low sigh, as if accepting the fact he'd be willing to sleep in this position. The ginger didn't protest, resting his head on the other's chest with a calm sigh.

"You don't mind me falling asleep, do you..?" A tired Kyle asked in a soft tone, which Craig loved. He loved it when Kyle lowered his pride in private, and he loved the other's presence. It was almost alarming, but in a good way?

"I don't mind." Craig plainly spoke, already hearing the other's soft breaths. With hesitation and a couple minutes of waiting to see if the other was actually asleep, he placed a small kiss on his forehead. Softly smiling, he let his own mind clear before falling asleep. Knowing the fact Marsh was practically handing Kyle over was in-a-way satisfying, just as long as the ginger was happy in the end, that was what mattered.