There's an awkward pause. Why is she unloading all her emotional baggage on me with no warning!? I thought she hated me- scratch that. I'm pretty sure she hates me.

She takes another gulp of my coffee, this time bracing herself for the strong taste and shaking her head when she finishes the cup.

"Have you ever been in love, Tweek?"

Yeah, sort of, but I don't think you want to hear about my love life which you're sort of sabotaging-

"I think I'm in love."

"... I th-thought you said y-you didn't know if y-you liked Craig- Was that some convoluted, re-Reverse-Psycology way o-of telling me you're actually in love with h-him?"

"No! What?" Bebe looked offended as she pushed my empty coffee cup back to me, "Don't be stupid. Were you even listening? God..." she pauses and pushes her hair over her ear, "I didn't say I was in love with Craig."

I am suddenly overwhelmed with a reminder of why I'm gay. I can't handle this-

"I'm in love with someone else..."

"What?"

"What?"

We both snap our heads to the stairway, where Craig stands, looking...

Apathetic.

Weird.