"Craig. Are you okay?" Tweek repeated, this time slower. His mouth seemed to answer before he could think about what he was about to say. "I think I need help." /// Craig follows his gut and winds up at the coffee house. . . trigger warnings: - eating disorders - self harm - possible alcohol abuse implications/mentions - overall just angst. bad vibe. this man is MISERABLE honorable mention warnings? - i wrote this back when i was 16 so it might be dogshit (reuploaded from ao3 @neighborhoodscum . cover photo credit goes to Paavo Haase)