It's weird how after doing something so many times, it no longer has the same effect on you. It becomes a mindless task. Robotic. Simply through the motions.

When that task is cleaning up wounds and dealing with blood it gets a little weirder.

I waste no time wiping up his still dripping nose. Clyde babbles on about something, as Clyde always does and it doesn't seem to stop him as I tend to the bruise and blood on his face.

"So, what exactly have you been up to,Tweek, my boy?" Clyde asks as I hand him a makeshift ice pack for his eye.

"Umm... N-Not much, I guess-"

"Oh! What about Craig? You still hang out with that guy?"

I gulp.

"Uh... s-sort of?"

Clyde nods enthused. He smiles, and I notice he still had the same bright, naïve smile.

"You have to tell me more, dude!" He exclaims when I don't continue, "Are you two still all..." and Clyde makes weird motions that I can't even begin to understand.

"I-I don't know. We're n-not on great terms-"

"Whaaat!? Why? What's up?"

"I just... I don't know, w-we are-"

"Tweek!"

Both of us look toward the door leading to the front room.