Craig stares at Stan for a few moments before glaring, "What the fuck-"

"I- uh," Stan scratches the back of his neck anxiously, "That's not what I meant!"

Craig leans back slightly, "Okay. What the fuck did you want then?"

Stan's eyes shoot to the ground, now feeling more embarrassed than before. God, he hates dealing with Craig, but he's the only one who can help him right now.

"How did you ask Tweek out?"

Craig stares at Stan in silence, making Stan feel uncomfortable under his harsh gaze. "Are you serious right now?"

Stan feels more nervous than before at Craig's tone, "Uh yes?"

Craig sighs heavily, looking frustrated, "I didn't ask him out."

"Oh," Stan says, stupidly, "So-"

"He didn't ask me out either," Craig continued, looking away from Stan, his face as stoic as ever.

"Okay..." Stan says, feeling more tense than before now trying to rethink a way to-

"Why do you care now anyway?" Craig asks. He's obviously feeling suspicious about why Stan is asking him these types of questions; they don't exactly get along after all.

"Well, um... I just-"

"Is it about Kyle?" Craig sighs, the exasperation evident in his voice. "Just fucking talk to him."

"Right-"

"Now, get the fuck out. I don't have time to deal with your relationship shit."

"Right, thanks."

Craig flips him off as Stan heads to the door, "Whatever."