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Tweek's stomach flipped. "What... what did you do?"
"I asked my parents if she was telling the truth. They said yes. Then I went to the kitchen. Finished breakfast. Made you coffee. Left the house."
Tweek's mouth opened and closed. He blinked.
"You... just left?"
"Yeah." Craig shrugged. "She tried talking to me, but I don't care what she has to say. I was already running late."
Tweek felt like screaming. Running late?!
He didn't say anything, though. He just stood there, staring at Craig, feeling useless, terrified, and guilty all at once. For once Tweek would like to be the one comforting Craig, helping Craig with his problems. But right now he does not know what to do, or what he can even do.
"I'm sorry, Craig," he whispered.
"It's not your fault, Honey," Craig said, softer now. "Nothing important has changed."
That was a lie. Tweek knew it, Craig wasn't necessarily known for his acting skills.