sat on craig’s bed, tweek’s fingers ran through dark, slightly wavy hairs. breaking strands apart to braid them, nimble fingertips utterly smooth with every movement they made. a soft hum left his throat, and he glanced over at craig. “you’re very patient today. where’s my craig and what have you done to him?” the blonde asked, but with a soft laugh in his voice. unable to comprehend that they were both sitting still for once. enjoying one another’s company. doodles of planets littered his forearms, made by his companion. all therapeutic, you could say.
