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“Sleepover, sleepover!”
Craig sighs as Kenny and Clyde run around outside their school, with Stan and Tweek chasing them to calm them down and not run to the street. There’s going to be a sleepover at Kyle’s house and they are invited which surprises the noiret.
He doesn’t want to go but Token comes up to him and asks if he is going. He says yes.
“You’re going?” Token is taken aback while Craig’s eyes widen for a second before glaring at his best friend.
“I said so, didn’t I?”
“Whoa, okay, I was just surprised you’d wanna go.” Token chuckles, raising his hands in defense as Craig huffs.
Clyde’s arm slings around the chullo-wearing boy’s neck, his other arm in the air as he cheers.
“Yes! Craig’s going too!”
“Clyde, you’re suffocating me.” Craig says nonchalantly, tapping the brunet’s arm with a grunt.
“Oops,” Clyde laughs before running over to Tweek, immediately jumping up and down in excitement.
Craig watches all of his friends with mild annoyance, shoving his fists inside his jacket’s pockets. They are all grouped into two; Clyde is jumping around a shaking Tweek, Kenny poking Stan’s side, Eric whispering into Butter’s ear and probably planning something and Token has walked over to a freezing Jason.
And he is standing alone.
Kyle emerges out of the school doors, with his little brother Ike in tow.
“Hey, dudes.” He waves, getting everyone’s attention.
Ike and Craig’s eyes meet and they give each other a nod. Tricia seems to be close with the little guy.
“We’ll just see each other at my house. Bring your own snacks.” He instructs, glaring at Eric and Kenny who immediately whine and complain.
“What’s the point of a sleepover if you’re just going to get us to buy our own snacks, Kahl!” Eric crosses his arms.
“That’s because you, Kenny and Clyde are just going to eat everything!” Kyle snaps then inhales sharply.
Stan tells Eric to shut up and Craig could already feel a headache coming. The brunet stomps away, dragging Butters with him and declaring that he and the blond are not going to the sleepover anymore. That causes a few people to sigh in relief, glad that he is not going to be there.
“I don’t even want him there anyways.” Kyle rolls his eyes, earning a low chuckle from Craig.
“Good. More food for us.”
“Let’s go. I already texted Jimmy and Timmy.”
Stan and Kenny went on their way. Clyde is asking Token to buy a lot of snacks as he waits for Craig since they are neighbors. Jason and Tweek are catching up on homeworks. Ike immediately runs over to Craig and holds his hand out. The noiret raises a brow then shoots his confusion to the older brother who is just as confused as he is. Ike holds his other hand out at Kyle and Craig understands what he wants.
“You want me to hold your hand?”
The Canadian youngling nods.
“Yes.”
“Uh, no, Ike,” Kyle leans down and grabs both of his younger brother’s hands then looks up at Craig with an apologetic look.
“Sorry about that. Mom and Dad usually pick him up and he is used to having two people next to him as he walks.”
Craig nods then holds his hand out.
“You don’t have to-”
“I don’t mind. Tricia always clung to my leg when she was a baby so I get it. It makes them feel safe.”
Kyle looks at Ike who is glancing back and forth at him and Craig. He sighs and stands up properly, letting go of one of his brother’s hands, and holding tight on the other. Ike smiles widely and holds the older noiret’s hand.
“But you need to let go of Craig’s hand when we reach his house, okay, Ike?”
The small noiret puffs his cheeks in disapproval but nods.
Craig looks over his shoulder and sees Clyde hugging Tweek as the blond tries to talk to Jason.
“Clyde, we’re going.” He calls the brunet. Craig is met with a pout.
“U-Uhm,” Tweek turns to him and Kyle, “You guys, gah, go on ahead. Clyde’s coming with me to get some pastries from the shop.”
“We are going to get pastries?!” The brunet yells happily. Craig blinks, thinking he saw an invisible dog tail wagging out of Clyde’s back.
“Yes, we are,” Tweek sighs, patting Clyde’s head.
“Okay!”
Clyde easily picks the blond up and lets him sit on his shoulders. Tweek yelps and holds on to the other’s hair tightly. The brunet looks over to Craig and Kyle, a wide grin on his lips as he holds on to Tweek’s legs.
“You go ahead, Craig! We’ll see you guys later!”
The brunet suddenly runs away, presumably towards the blond’s coffee shop. Said blond is screaming as they run. Craig hears him saying a quick goodbye before they disappear around the corner.
“I…” Jason sighs. “Rude. I was still talking to Tweek.”
Token laughs and holds his hand out and the brunet immediately intertwines his hand with the noiret. A honk emits from their side and they see a black car that belongs to the noiret’s family. They turn to Craig and Kyle, preparing to bid their farewell.
“We’ll go ahead then.”
“Are you two going to the mall?” Craig asks, ignoring little Ike’s tugs on their hands.
“Yeah, figure I could get more snacks since Cartman wouldn’t be there. See what he missed out.” Token says with a smirk.
“Be safe on the way.” Kyle waves before calling Jason over. “Ah, wait, Jason.”
The brunet mentioned raises a brow and steps closer without letting go of Token’s hand. Craig glances at them when Kyle gestures for Jason to come closer so he can whisper in his ear. The noiret then focuses on keeping Ike in place as he notices that the little guy wants to go home but is not whining or complaining.
“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you your favorite.”
Craig looks over to Token who has his free fist on his chest. The chullo-wearing boy smiles and does the same, their sign of friendship. Token glances down at Ike and smiles.
“Do you want anything, Ike?”
The little Canadian stares at Kyle but the redhead is busy whispering so he turns to Craig. The taller noiret raises a brow then nods, gesturing for him to tell Token what he wants.
“Gummy worms?” Ike says but Craig shakes his head.
“You can’t eat that,” Ike frowns at that and Craig is quick to turn his frown upside down.
“How about M&M s?”
Ike nods and Token ruffles his hair.
“Okay, I’ll get some for you.”
“Right,” Jason nods and pulls away from Kyle. The redhead fishes out his wallet from his pocket and hands over some cash to the brunet.
“Thanks, dude. See you guys later?”
The duo nod and head towards the car. Token opens the door for them and lets Jason climb in first. He waves farewell at Craig and Kyle once more before getting inside. They watch the car back away and turn around the same corner Clyde and Tweek ran to earlier.
“What was that?”
They finally start walking down the street. Craig’s house is closer than Kyle’s but the noiret decides to walk the brothers to their house. Ike is kicking off snow as they walk and the two older boys he is with keep lifting him up whenever he is about to kick a stray rock.
“What was what?” Kyle blinks at the noiret’s question.
“You were whispering in Jason’s ear. Sus.” Craig says as he glances at the redhead then focuses back to where they’re walking.
“Oh, that,”
Kyle laughs awkwardly.
“I just asked him to buy something for me, that’s all.”
“Is it something embarrassing?”
“I, well!” Kyle’s cheeks start to burn in embarrassment as he shifts his eyes away.
“Butterfly!” Ike yells happily before letting go of the hands he is holding.
He runs over to a bush not far from where they are. A butterfly is resting on it and Craig slowly smiles as he sees the pure excitement and fascination plastered on the child’s face. Surprisingly, the butterfly didn’t fly away even with Ike’s scream and sudden movement.
“Don’t go running to the streets, little guy.” Craig warns as they stop behind him, letting Ike watch the insect intently.
“I asked him to buy some hair products.” Kyle finally admits, sighing as he holds onto his backpack’s straps.
Craig hums as he stares at the redhead who is looking down at his younger brother.
“That’s not really embarrassing.”
“Women hair products.”
The insect finally flies away and Ike is smart enough not to follow it. He turns to his brother and Craig, then they hold his hands once more. He is singing a song, well, an Ike-remix of the song, that Craig is familiar with but couldn’t remember at the moment.
“Again, not really embarrassing.”
Kyle turns to Craig.
“It’s not?”
“Yeah,” Craig nods, raising his arm to lift Ike up in time with the redhead, making the child laugh. “Unless you think that men hair products and women hair products are different from one another.”
The redhead snorts while Craig smirks, knowing well enough that Kyle doesn’t think that.
“I know that both are nearly the same.”
“Smart.” The noiret nods, the smirk still present as he glances at the other. “So, why do you think it’s embarrassing for us to hear that?”
“Because I,” Kyle scratches his cheek as they wait for the pedestrian light to turn green.
“I like the scent in women's hair products more.”
Craig nods and hums in agreement.
“The scents in our hair products are stronger and mintier which makes my nose itchy at times.”
“Exactly!”
Craig stares to his side and sees Kyle looking at him with sparkling eyes. The redhead laughs as they cross the street. The noiret holds on to Ike’s hand tighter, making the little Canadian look up at him for a few seconds.
“It makes my nose itchy too! And I tried my mom’s shampoo once and it smells way better!”
“Yeah. Tricia always has to hide her shampoo because I keep using it whenever mine runs out.”
Kyle laughs again, barely audible against his glove as he covers his mouth with his hand. Craig turns his head away, his chest tightening and he is annoyed by it. It’s not like he hasn’t heard the redhead laugh before but somehow this is different to the noiret.
“Of course,” He says with a smile.
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Hm, nothing.” Kyle hums to himself, obviously teasing Craig.
The noiret only huffs and rolls his eyes, but isn’t particularly angry. They slow down when Craig’s house comes into view. He sees Tricia waiting by the doorstep, chewing and popping a bubble gum while she taps on her phone. They stop in front of her, making her look up. She only nods at them but sends a little wave at Ike who tries to wave back but his hands are occupied. So, he smiles at her instead.
“Hello, Tricia.” Kyle greets and gets a hum of recognition in response. “What are you doing out here?”
“Mom and Dad aren’t home yet?” Craig asks and Tricia nods.
“Yep.” She replies, popping the p.
“Okay then, wait here.” Craig tugs on Ike’s hand and gestures for Kyle to move along. “I’ll just walk these two to their house.”
“You don’t have to,” Kyle blinks at Craig who shrugs.
“It’s fine, I don’t really mind.”
Tricia just nods at her brother, focused on whatever she is typing on her phone. Ike yells his goodbye at her before pulling his brother and Craig to get a move on. The taller noiret just shakes his head, not knowing why he is letting the little kid drag him around or even walking the Broflovski brothers home.
“You’re awfully nice today. What’s the catch?” The redhead asks with squinted eyes and pouty lips.
“Are you implying that I am mean most of the time?” Craig asks back with an amused smile and raised eyebrow.
“Not really mean but I thought you don’t like hanging around with me?”
“Well, I don’t like hanging around you when you’re with the others.” Craig explains as they pass by Butter’s house. The noiret glares at the house next to it- Cartman’s.
“Wow, okay,” Kyle grins, pulling Ike back to them when the child starts to run ahead of them since their house is close. “So you would hang out with me when I’m alone?”
Craig pretends to think about it, looking at the street. The redhead lets out a dramatic gasp making the noiret smirk to himself. He looks over to Kyle who is amused at the chullo-wearing boy. They don’t say anything until they've reached the Broflovski household, with Ike running inside already.
“Maybe,” Craig finally relents, making Kyle smile at him.
“I’’ll remember that then,” He shifts his backpack, facing the noiret. “See you later?”
“See ya.”
They wave goodbye at each other. Craig lingers for a bit outside the residence even when Kyle has already closed the door. He rubs his chest, confused as to why his heart is beating fast and why his cheeks are heating up. He shakes his head, thinking that it must just be the cold. The chullo-wearing boy runs back to his house, not aware that the redhead has peeked outside the window and watches him disappear down the street with a soft smile on his lips.
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Craig is late to the sleepover because he had to help with braiding Tricia’s hair. She has threatened to glitter bomb his bed if he refuses to braid her hair. He is already in pajamas and carrying a bag of his clothes, a few games that he isn’t sure Kyle has and a few snacks that he snagged from the kitchen counter.
He knocks on the door, positive that everyone else is there. Kyle is the one who opens the door, also in his pajamas which is oddly similar to Craig’s. It seems that the redhead has moved on from being obsessed with that one show from their childhood. He is still wearing the ushanka but the noiret couldn’t blame him. He is wearing his chullo after all.
“Hey, dude!”
Craig nods in greeting. He finds himself smiling.
“Hey. Sorry I’m late.”
“No, no,” Kyle waves his hand dismissively as he steps to the side to let the noiret in. “Token and Jason haven't even arrived yet.”
Upon entering, Craig immediately scans the room. He sees Stan and Kenny by the kitchen, probably helping their friend set up bowls and cups for the sleepover. Tweek and Clyde are huddled by the couch, already in a competition with one another. He looks over to the TV to see what game they are playing. It’s Mario Kart and it seems like the brunet is losing.
“I brought snacks.”
He opens his bag and hands out the snacks he snagged to Kyle. He made sure that it doesn’t have any pork product in it. He is pretty sure Kyle noticed that small effort due to him smiling upon checking the snacks that are handed to him.
“Oh, hey, dude-” Clyde greets him then screams when he realizes that he lost to the blond who is smiling triumphantly.
“Tweek, you said you’d let me win this round!” He whines before wrapping an arm around Tweek’s shoulder and gives him a noogie.
“Ow, hey! It’s not my fault that you suck at Mario Kart !” The blond sticks his tongue out and Clyde does the same.
Craig shakes his head and just waves at them as he follows the redhead to the kitchen. Apparently, Stan and Kenny were supposed to be helping but they end up flinging popcorn at each other’s mouth and seeing who can shoot the most. Kyle shoos them away from the kitchen so he can set up in peace.
“I’ll help.” Craig offers and the redhead thanks him before telling him to just leave his bag along with the others.
After that, the noiret hands some of the snacks that are on the table over to Kyle. The redhead is nice enough to let the others eat the snacks that he isn’t allowed to eat instead of completely forbidding them. He used to do that but upon being told that he is acting like his cousin, Kyle, he immediately stopped. Now, he takes proper preparation and separates the snacks.
“Tweek!” Kyle calls for the blond who answers his call with a squeaky ‘What!’ before cursing Clyde for blue-shelling him. “Did you put dairy in the cookies?”
“Gah, the one with the g-green tie is yours, no dairy!” He said fast, probably trying to avoid the items that Clyde is throwing at him in the game.
“Okay, thank you!”
There’s a small basket with plastic pouches of cookies. Kyle is usually not strict with his diet and the jittery blond always makes sure to ask him if he is allowed to eat certain things which the redhead appreciates. He picks up the pouch with the green tie and places it on his right where snacks that he is allowed to eat are placed.
“Should I put these on the bowls then?”
“Yeah, except for the chips since they’ll go stale.”
Craig nods and pours the other snacks in different bowls. He decides that he wants to be evil tonight and mixes the M&Ms and Skittles that Stan brought in one bowl. Kyle just watches him do it while blinking comically, mouth slightly agape. The noiret shrugs and smirks before picking up the trash and tossing them into the trash can.
“You do realize that they’ll get angry at you, right?”
“I don’t give a fuck,” Craig lifts his middle finger, sticking his tongue out and Kyle shakes his head at him while chuckling.
“Hey,” Stan peeks his head through the door. The two turn their attention to him. “I ordered pizza, made sure there was pepperoni. Had to fight Kenny so you and Ike could eat. ”
“Thanks, dude.”
Stan and Kyle high fived before the noiret grabs the bowl of evil- mixed M&Ms and Skittles and another bowl with pretzels and wafers. Craig grins at the other, earning him a raised brow. The chullo-wearing boy can only stifle his laughter when Stan whispers to the redhead, probably asking him why the other is smiling at him. Kyle looks down to the bowl he is holding then at the boy behind him.
He shrugs which makes Craig happier. The redhead is going along with his very evil plan.
“Just let Token and Jason in when they arrive. I’ll just go upstairs really quick.”
Stan nods before going back to the living room with Kenny cheering that he has been waiting forever to finally eat some M&Ms. Kyle glances at Craig and they both wait for a reaction.
“WHO THE FUCK PUT SKITTLES AND M&MS TOGETHER?!”
Kyle covers his mouth with his hands to stifle his laughter while Craig just grins devilishly.
“TUCKER YOU ASSHOLE!” Stan screams this time and Kyle couldn’t handle it anymore, wrapping his arms around his stomach as he bellows in laughter. Craig snickers, finding it hilarious that people are now annoyed at him for what he has done.
“I’ll admit, that was good,” Kyle says as he wipes the tears away, still giggling.
“‘Course it was. They’ll now be trying to pick and choose each one.”
Craig picks up two bowls, nodding at Kyle when he excuses himself to go to the bathroom upstairs. He strides into the living room, face void of expression when Stan and Kenny glare at him. He just places the remaining snacks on the coffee table before shoving Stan and Clyde aside to sit in the middle of them. He grabs the extra controller, tossing it to the noiret next to him.
An hour has passed and they have almost eaten all of the snacks. The pizza has just arrived as well as Jimmy and Timmy. But there are still no Token and Jason while Kyle is still upstairs. Craig keeps on glancing at the staircase, hoping to see the redhead. He is growing worried but of course he doesn’t voice it out. Tweek has been trying to call his best friend since earlier and Clyde, Jimmy and the noiret have sent a few texts (well, a million from the brunet) to Token to check on them.
“Tweek, take over, I’m going to the bathroom.” Craig says as he tosses the controller to the blond.
“Oh right! Me and Tweek,” Clyde says as he wraps an arm around the blond whose face shows confusion and worry. “And you and Kenny!” He says to Stan, challenging the two.
“Should I record the s-score?” Jimmy laughs.
“Hell yeah!” Kenny cheers, tossing a challenge-accepted grin at Clyde.
“Best out of five?”
Craig just sighs at his friends over competitiveness. He walks over to the bathroom on the first floor, knocking on the door first. He is not like some of his friends who would just open the door without even knowing who is inside.
“Timmy!” comes the answer from inside the bathroom.
“Oh, sorry, bud.”
Craig steps away. He really needs to pee and the only other bathroom available is upstairs. He shrugs, knowing that the redhead would probably just ask him what he is doing in the upstairs bathroom. He ascends the staircase, then as soon as he reaches the final step, there is a knock on the front door.
He ignores it, knowing that it is probably the missing-in-action duo. He easily finds the bathroom. He takes a deep breath, not knowing if the redhead is still in there or in his room doing homework even though he knows he has visitors downstairs. He knocks on the door then when he hears nothing in response, he thinks that it is empty.
He grabs the door knob and turns it.
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“Give me that and I’ll help you brush your hair so I can use the toilet.”
Kyle turns around, seeing Craig standing in his bathroom door. He patiently waits for the redhead’s reply. They just stare at one another before Kyle reaches for the round brush’s handle and tugs on it. He winces as the action causes the hair strands wrapped around the brush to pull on his scalp.
“I can’t give it to you. It’s stuck in my hair.”
“Oh.” Craig nods then blinks. He closes the door behind him and walks closer to his friend.
“Come here.”
“Do you know how to detangle it?” Kyle looks suspiciously at Craig who is messing with hair products on the cabinet.
“Yeah. Tricia has done this a lot and I manage to get the brush out without cutting her hair.”
Craig stands behind Kyle, looking intently at the mass of curls in front of him. He is about to touch the redhead’s hair but stops himself. He glances at the other’s reflection and receives a raised eyebrow.
Kyle thinks that the noiret is going to tease him and force him to say that he needs his help but is rather surprised that that is not the case.
“Your hair looks so soft. Can I run my fingers through it?”
“I’m not saying you can’t, but wouldn’t it be better if you detangle it first?”
Kyle watches the noiret’s reflection. After a few seconds, he nods. He gently takes a hold of the brush, eyes squinting as he inspects on what he could do. The redhead hopes that Craig does know what he is doing because he doesn’t want to cut a portion of his hair again. He doesn’t let his hair free when he is outside but still knowing that he needs to cut off the hair that got tangled in his own hair brush because he was panicking earlier is embarrassing.
“Do you have any Jojoba oil here? Or any leave-in conditioner?”
“I don’t, it’s two of the things I asked Jason to buy.” Kyle frowns. “Are they not here yet?”
“I think they’re already-”
A knock on the door. They stare at one another, with Kyle silently begging Craig to not let anyone, especially Kenny, Stan and Clyde, see him in this state. They aren’t like Cartman but he knows they will make fun of him and he is not ready to deal with that tonight. The noiret nods, as if promising him that he won’t let that happen.
Craig goes to open the door, only slightly and his body is blocking whoever outside from looking inside the bathroom. It turns out it is Jason, coming upstairs to give the items that Kyle had him buy. With the permission of the redhead, he gives the plastic bag to the noiret without even questioning why the two of them are in there.
“There’s ice cream downstairs. Hurry up in there if you want some,” Jason says and waves goodbye to Craig, descending down the stairs.
Craig closes the door, locking it in case someone with no manner barges in. Kyle doesn’t know why but he finds himself smiling when the noiret just asks him where he should put the other hair and facial products. He doesn’t place the leave-in conditioner in its rightful place but instead takes it with him as he moves closer to the redhead again.
“Just sit still.” Craig orders and Kyle nods.
He watches the noiret silently separate the knot into smaller sections, managing to free some strands but quickly his eyebrow furrows.
“Do you have an empty spray bottle somewhere? I just need it to spray some water into the knot so it’s easier.”
“Yeah, it’s under the sink.”
Kyle can’t help but admire the noiret. When he does his own hair, he immediately gets pissy, even though he has been dealing with the nest he calls hair since he was a child. And his comb getting stuck in his hair isn’t new. He once went to school with a brush on his hair but his ushanka managed to hide it. But Craig is calm, analyzing the situation and seeing what he can do. And it seems like he does know what he is doing.
Though, Kyle knows that the noiret can be as easily irritated as him.
“There we go.”
Craig stands behind the redhead, spraying water on the knot and the spot around the tangled hair. He tries again to just separate some hair into manageable sections. When it’s only the troublesome knot around the tight bristle center, he spritz some of the conditioner on his hand before applying it on the strands of hair.
“Man, you’re so calm about this.” Kyle says, eyes still trained on the noiret’s reflection. His heart skips a beat when Craig chuckles.
“What, you want me to pull it off and tear your hair off of your scalp?”
Kyle’s facial expression darkens as he glares at Craig when he feels the slight tug on his hair.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Craig!”
Snorting, the noiret stops tugging on the redhead’s hair and actually focuses on the task at hand. Handing the bottle of conditioner to Kyle, he holds the brush with one hand and slowly rolls it while detangling the hair that gets loose. Thankfully, his friend’s hair is short so it’s easier to pull strands out.
After some time, Craig finally manages to free the brush without any incident or cutting any hair. He sprays more water on the spot that has conditioner in it, rubbing the product out of the hair using his fingers. He lets out an audible sigh and he is about to tap Kyle on the shoulder when the redhead starts to lean back. Eyes widening, the noiret uses his body to stabilize the falling Kyle. He looks over to their reflection and sees that the other has fallen asleep.
“Really?” Craig raises a brow.
He silently and carefully places the brush and spray on the sink before adjusting Kyle so he can carry him in his arms. There is no use waking him up and forcing him to be a good host downstairs. They have been gone for a good while and their friends are used to the Broflovski household anyways, they’ll be fine.
He manages to open the bathroom door and turns off the light with a little bit of trouble. Craig walks to the redhead’s room, trying not to be a creep by staring at the sleeping Kyle. But he can’t help it, his friend has a cute face. He feels his cheeks heating up, causing him to frown and turns his attention to the bed.
He realizes that he may or may not have a small crush.
He wants to rudely dump the guy on the bed for making him feel feelings but he decides against it. He places him down gently and tosses the blanket over him. Craig wants to sleep next to him and run his fingers through his soft hair but that would be weird for him to do. So, he takes a deep breath and sigh, angrily pouting as he rubs the chullo on his head.
“If you want to sleep here then just say so, dude,”
Craig raises a brow and sees an arm reaching to tap the spot next to the supposed sleeping boy. The noiret silently slips under the blanket next to the redhead and faces him. With closed eyes and as if hearing his thoughts, Kyle grabs Craig’s hand and places it on the side of his head, directly on his hair.
The room itself has no light but Craig left the door a bit ajar so there’s light coming from the hallway. So he sees the smile on the other’s face and hears his sigh of content when the noiret starts to run his fingers through the soft locks.
“Do you just want me to stay here so you’re not alone when facing our friends’ wrath tomorrow?”
Kyle laughs, eyes fluttering open to stare at Craig.
“Mhm,”
“Wow, okay,” Craig rolls his eyes but a smile is shown on his lips.
“Remember what you told me earlier?”
“Be specific.” The noiret gently pinches Kyle’s cheek before going back to his hair, rubbing shorter strands between his fingers.
“That you wouldn’t mind hanging out with me when I’m alone.”
Craig smiles. He did remember. He starts talking about space and petting Kyle’s hair, with the other asking questions that the noiret happily answers. He knows that it won’t belong before the redhead falls asleep for real but he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind Kyle at all.
