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Tweek stared down at the black box on the coffee table. The funeral reception ended an hour ago, yet it felt like a minute had passed. There he sat on the dated old couch coved in cheap plastic. Staring down at his father, or at least what's left of him. He couldn't pinpoint what he was feeling at the moment. Relief? Anger? Frustration? Grief? Even with all the shit that man put him through. He couldn't bring himself to hate him. He knew he was loved by his parents, but they had a fucked up way of showing it. All those nights of nightmares and unrelenting fear due to stories of abductions, kidnappings, and killings. The constant drills and tests and the coffee was the worst part. His mom would tell him it kept him on his toes.
"Excuse me? Mr. Tweak-Tucker?" Tweek snapped out of his train of thought. He turned to see one of the funeral directors sitting beside him. "I'm sorry, sir, but most of your guests have all left. I don't want to be rude, but we have another family coming in and-" "I understand, I'm so sorry. thank you, uh...oh." He almost forgot his father was there, taunting him. With shaky hands, he picked up his father.
Craig stood outside with his son, waiting for his husband to leave. He looked over to Odin, who was glued to his phone. he stayed like through the whole reception. "Odin, Are you doing okay, kiddo? you haven't said anything for a while ?" Odin looked up and swiftly back down, "Yeah, I'm good. Kinda bummed that grampa died tho," Craig couldn't help but chuckle at his son's nonchalant attitude about the whole situation. "I know, I'm kinda bummed too. You can always reach out if you want to talk about anything." Odin hummed softly. He glanced through the window of the funeral home. He spotted his father collecting his coat and other items.
"Is dad gonna be okay?" he whispered. "he'll be okay, Odin. We just need to give him space and some time to heal. It's gonna be weird for a little while, but it'll be okay" He slapped his son on the back for reassurance. "Sorry I had to make you two wait," tweek sighed. Crag wrapped his arm around his partner and planted a kiss on his temple. "Don't worry about it, babe, take all the time you need" Tweek leaned into his touch, enjoying the brief comfort before getting in the passenger's seat with the urn on his lap. The drive home was quiet. There was Nothing to say, not like they had anything to say.
Craig glanced in the rearview mirror, Odin still looking at his phone, avoiding conversation. He turned to tweek, looking out the window, lost in his thoughts and feelings. Craig took one hand off the wheel and grasped Tweek's hand. "Don't worry about cooking dinner tonight. I'll order take-out, okay?" ›
Craig has been Tweek's rock through this whole ordeal. When Tweek got the phone call that his father had passed without hesitation, Craig jumped into action. Finding the funeral home, calling family and friends, and planning everything all while being there for Tweek. He was never an expert in emotions and comfort, but he has improved being with Tweek and having a child. Despite that, grief was something he dreaded. It was inevitable. Whether it was his partner's grief or his own, he had to deal with it the best way he could.
Tweek didn't bother trying to get undressed, only taking off his pants and loafers. He was only wearing his dress shirt, tie, and boxers on the couch, eating orange chicken. He leaned against Craig while watching tv, trying to ignore the urn in front of him. Though he was gone, he somehow made his presence obvious. It loomed over him. All the things he wanted to say, all the feelings he wanted to confess. The unspoken rage and pain now fall to deaf ears with no signs of closure. Even so, a feeling of loneliness and fear settled in, losing the sense of security and safety that only a parent can provide.
Craig could feel his husband tremble against him and his breathing starting to become uneven. "Okay, Odin, it's past eleven. Go to your room." "Do I have to go to school tomorrow?" Craig rolled his eyes, "No, you don't have to. You can skip school now to go upstairs ." Odin ran upstairs, leaving them alone. Craig took Tweek's food from his hands, and setting it down, he wrapped his arm around him, pulling him close. "You want to talk about it, honey?"
Tweek refused to give him eye contact. He tried his best to hide his distressed state, "What's there to talk about? I'm fine. He'll never bother me again. I'll never talk to him again, fight with him, never visit him, call him, laugh with him, worry about him. Because he's gone." He tried to hold himself together, weeks he tried to convince himself that he wouldn't miss him. Constantly reminding himself of the terrible trauma he put him through, Nothing worked. He loved his dad, knew his dad loved him, and now he's gone. Craig held him close as Tweek let out broken sobs. "I'm right here, Tweek. You'll get through this. I'll be right with you."