Craig was still around.

Sort of.

Not any more than usual.

Okay, maybe I'm just thinking about it too much.

I always thinking about it too much.

"Are you p-planning on talking while we're here? I-It's fine if you don't want to, I don't want to pressure you- I know life can get-"

"Craig wants t-to move out..." I mutter.

Butters looks down and stirs his tea. We always get coffee (well, I do, he gets tea or hot chocolate which defeats the purpose of going to a coffee shop, but whatever) on the weekends, usually on Saturday's.

"Why's that?"

"I... I don't actually kn-know..."

"What?!" Butters shouts and the whole shop goes quiet and looks over. Butters lowers his head and flushes while whispering an apology to me. "How can he do that?"

I shrug.

What else could I do?

Butters juts out his bottom lip, before taking a sip of his tea.

"I don't think he appreciates you, Tweek."

No shit. "It's n-not that big of a deal-"

"Yes, it is!" He cuts me off, nodding quickly, "Tweek, you've been there for him this whole time and what has he done for you?"

"Butters-"

"No! He doesn't treat ya right. And I'm not the only one wh-who thinks so," he pauses. "Kenny says he's acting like... like a," he lowers his voice embarrassedly, "a d-dick."

"Butters, it's fine-"

"Don't tell me it's fine! I'm tired of ya always tryna act like you're fine and everything is good. If your upset about it, I'd rather you told me than tried to convince me you're fine. I'm here for you, even when you don't think I am." Butter reached across the table and placed his on my and smiled softly at me.

I lowered my head and sniffled slightly, "Thanks, Butters."

"How are you really feelin'?" He asked leaning back into his seat.

"P-Pretty fucking terrible."

I figured it was time for me to update this considering it's everyone's favorite, but let's try to make it happier, huh?