---Craig's pov---

Tweek started to leave, but I didn't want him to go yet.

"Tweek, I'll walk you to the coffee shop," I say as I start to walk after him.

He stops and stands there. I walk up next to him, "Come on, let's go."

We start off on our walk to the coffee shop in complete silence, aside from Tweek's vocal ticks.

"How long are you going to be at work?" I ask breaking the awkward silence.

"I-I don't have w-work," he says, "but I d-do need more c-coffee."

"Oh," I reply.

It goes back to dead silence. He sighs.

"So, how've you been?" I ask.

"Fine."

It's like he isn't even trying to have a conversation.

"Anything happening?"

"N-No."

"Do you not want to talk to me?" I ask stopping.

He stops walking and turns to me gripping the hem of his button up, "I-I do want to t-talk to you... I-I just don't know w-what to talk a-about," he says looking down at the ground his face obtaining a blush, "I-I'm sorry if it seems l-like I don't want t-to talk..."

I stared at him. He should stop being so cute, "You're too cute."