Work Text:
It was any other night in Southpark. The only difference was that after school today Craig hadn't heard much back off of Tweek, which is a rare scene as when they happen to be apart, which is almost never, they'd be messaging back and forth until they fell asleep. But he shrugged it off and assumed maybe he was back to working at the coffee shop. As he came to this realisation his thoughts were interrupted by his mother calling him downstairs to help with dinner.
Meanwhile Tweek was currently wandering the streets, Backpack shrugged over his shoulder, dead phone in hand and a stream of tears running down his face. Arguing with his parents was no new event to him it seemed like it happened every other day and over the smallest of issues. But today was different and so was the outcome, being kicked out by his mother while his father just shrugged and told him "Listen to your mother, Tweek.". Now he was currently battling the cold and the consuming worry of if he should show up to the Tucker household this late at night unannounced or wander until maybe his parents change their mind. He decided on the latter, which turned out to be the wrong decision after a not-so-good 15 minuets in the snow without a jacket. Ultimately, showing up to Craig's house unannounced at 9pm seemed less exhausting than going home where he clearly was not currently wanted.
On his way he had plenty of time to think, the walk from stark's pond where he somehow ended up to the Tucker's house was a fair distance. He and his parents have always argued, it was no secret their family was....off to put it lightly. However, over the past few months He had fallen back into shitty habits he thought he got over. He spent his summer alone, he stopped eating as often, he hardly left his bed, his room was full of old plates and bags and empty coffee cups and there was no denying that he definitely was not okay. While he had been doing better now thanks to his saviour of a boyfriend, his parents didn't appreciate how he was doing and the unfortunate timing of his depression. He couldn't blame them really, he'd go through this nearly every year, they saw it happen before and they sure know it wouldn't end any time soon but they would never truly talk about what he was going through, they were ignoring it unless they could blame him. And they would, any chance they got. And that only got worse as His mother, Helen, got sick. As years passed Helen became sicker and sicker and as of the last few months she was bedridden on and off, now their favorite argument was "You can't put your mother through this when she has so little time left, imagine how she feels" and that guilt didn't help, not one bit. And tonight was their breaking point. His mother had walked into his room and there Tweek was, sitting there with a broken pencil sharpener in hand a bit too close to his leg and the shouting that followed definitely hurt more than what he was rudely interrupted from.
" WE ARE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN ! " is what made him shoot his head up as Helen came flying towards him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him down the stairs to the front room whilst yelling in a loud and very confusing mix of English and Korean, words that for sure went in one ear and out of the other. 'this again' this had happened before, a few times even and he knew what was coming next, empty threats to take him to doctors, which they would never do they would rather die than have anyone know what happens in this family. Their both yelling at each other now, Tweek about begging to be let go and Helen about " YOU'RE SO FUCKING SELFISH ".
But, his expectations were wrong. Sure his mother argued with him, tried to get Richard involved who just sat there and nodded to whatever his wife was saying, he was never truly involved with his wife and son - even in moments like this. And after a good back and forth of screaming and tears.
" Get out of this house. You have 5 minuets " her hand was still on his wrist, her knuckles white, looming over her son.
"what.."
" Go " she dropped her hand and pointed
" Y-you can't be serious" he turnt to his father, hoping for some sense. " Dad?!"
" Listen to your mother, Tweek" he was sitting there staring at his phone as if what's been happening for the past 10 minuets didn't concern him in the slightest.
" GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! "
And so here he was, outside the Tucker's house and knocking on their door at 9:45.
He heard a woman's voice shouting from inside to get the door - Laura, more of a mother to him than his ever was.
the wait was painful, he was freezing and the reality of the situation was finally dawning on him. And then the door opened.
The last thing Craig expected to see at his door tonight was Tweek equipped with no coat, no jacket just a thin t-shirt he swore he lost himself a few months ago and a half opened backpack. Before he could even open his mouth, Tweek was on him with a defeated sob and a very tired hug.