"We need to talk."

I gulped slightly, but nodded hesitantly.

He walked over to the couch and sat down, as I closed the door before following after him.

He shifted to make room for me, but I just remained standing feeling more than uncomfortable.

He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes.

We both didn't say anything as an awkward silence wrapped around us. I scratched at my wrist, the tension building in the room making me want to just get out.

"I overreacted," Craig says not looking at me, but instead finding the coffee table way more interesting.

I glance at the table to see if it really was interesting, or if there was something there. There wasn't. It was just a table.

I didn't know if he wanted me to reply to him, or if he was just breaking the silence that seemed to be deafening us.

"I-It's... Fine... R-really," I almost whisper, not sure how to react.

"It's not fine," he says, "Look. I'm not good at apologizing..." He trails off.

I hate it when people leave sentences unfinished. It makes my anxiety worse.

I nod. "So... How've you been?" He asks awkwardly.

I just shrug. I've been terrific. How about you? I'm sure you know how leaving with no explanation is just something most people brush off without a care. But, enough about me.

"I-" he starts.

"Why'd y-you leave?" I blurt out.

He blinks and glances at me. Then he sighs and looks away.

We start to head back to silence.

Fucking great talk, dude. How about we have some more awkward silence?

I sigh and sit down on the floor criss-cross style.

Are we actually gonna talk or...? We're just gonna sit in silence then, alright. That's cool.

Maybe I should say something instead... No. No, I should let him speak now. But, what if he's waiting for me to say something? I don't know what to say! What if we just sit in silence for the rest of our lives? That-

"Calm down, Tweek, Jesus. I can hear you thinking," Craig says, putting his feet up on the coffee table.

"S-sorry..."

"You don't need to apologize."

"O-oh... Uh... Sorry..."

Craig sighs again. I look at the carpet and start picking at it.

"Tweek."

I look up at him.

"I think I want to move out."