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"I'm serious, Craig. You shouldn't worry about him. I'm not... accusing you of anything. But you have Tweek and you should be happy."
"Oh yeah?" Craig says, yanking his arm away from Stan's. He almost falls. "Why would I take relationship advice from you?"
"I'll forgive that," Stan says, reaching for Craig's arm again. They're at a door. He assumes it leads to the guest bedroom. Stan has a hand on the doorknob, but he doesn't turn it yet. He sort of drums his fingers against the metal, like he's thinking.
"It might not be my place to say anything, dude. I know that..." Stan says.
Then why are you? he thinks. We're not even friends. Not really.
"The thing with Wendy is different. I never cheated on her with Kyle. We talked about it. You and Tweek are like me and Kyle, I think. And in your situation, Kenny would be Wendy."
Craig thinks he gets what Stan's trying to say.
"He's good. Just not good for you," Stan finishes. He opens the door.
You don't know me.
"Yeah," Craig sighs. "Probably right."
Stan gives him a look, it makes him shift uncomfortably. "I know you'll do the right thing," he says after a long few seconds. "You're not a bad person."
He leaves it at that, closing the door behind him.
Craig isn't so sure about that either.
"Am I a good person?" he whispers. But the room is empty and the only answer he gets is silence.