[17.5/?] (damn, I was like 300 words over the limit, whyyyy)
A long while passes before they pull apart. Craig’s chest feels tight, fraught with an oddly pleasant sorrow. Tweek gives him one more of those distant, mournful smiles before they call it a night. He declines Craig’s offer for a walk back to his dorm but assures him it’s a very nice gesture. It’s only a few minutes after Craig is left alone that his phone pings. The text message has no words– it’s just a somewhat blurry image of a handwritten work schedule. He glances it over a few times and starts immediately pinpointing timeframes that match up with his own free time. Craig feels a newfound sense of eagerness and hope. He isn’t sure what he’s doing, but he is sure he’s finally starting to do the right thing.
Re: Tweek/Craig, ABO, overstimulation
A long while passes before they pull apart. Craig’s chest feels tight, fraught with an oddly pleasant sorrow. Tweek gives him one more of those distant, mournful smiles before they call it a night. He declines Craig’s offer for a walk back to his dorm but assures him it’s a very nice gesture. It’s only a few minutes after Craig is left alone that his phone pings. The text message has no words– it’s just a somewhat blurry image of a handwritten work schedule. He glances it over a few times and starts immediately pinpointing timeframes that match up with his own free time. Craig feels a newfound sense of eagerness and hope. He isn’t sure what he’s doing, but he is sure he’s finally starting to do the right thing.