and it was your heart on the line... [p, tapi]

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_{Weep for yourself, my man,
You'll never be what is in your heart
Weep Little Lion Man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start
Rate yourself and rake yourself,
Take all the courage you have left
Wasted on fixing all the problems
That you made in your own head}

_{But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?
Didn't I, my...}

_{Tremble for yourself, my man,
You know that you have seen this all before
Tremble Little Lion Man,
You'll never settle any of your scores
Your grace is wasted in your face,
Your boldness stands alone among the wreck
Now learn from your mother or else spend your days Biting your own neck}

In the last year, things just seemed to keep going wrong for Craig and his friends. Clyde was still suffering from his mother's unfortunate death. He had a horrible problem with depression that often made him lash out at the tiniest things at school. However, when he was with his friends, he seemed to be a little bit better. His dad, however didn't seem to understand this, thinking the depression was from bullying at school and often keeping him from hanging out with his friends when he was home. Clyde ate his depression away by stuffing himself with tacos and other Mexican food and growing even chubbier than his puppy fat from before.

Craig tried to help his best friend out of it whenever he could. He helped him sneak out of the house whenever he could, or just snuck in and hung out with the brunette in his room. Craig was dealing with his parent's divorcing. Though it wasn't the divorce that plagued his mind, it was the looming threat of his father moving away and taking the kids with him.

The pair kept up a decent demeanor for their friends, leaving the depressing stuff for when they were alone together.

Craig came much later, his bangs hiding his eyes while the hood of his jacket hid the features of his face in the shadows. He didn't say anything when he came up beside Token, just standing there, glaring at the ground with intense blue eyes. He seemed tense with anger, fists clenched tight enough that his hands were pure white. How long had he been doing that for?

Craig's icy gaze darted to Token for a second, scanning his face before looking away. "...nothing..."

"Fine." Craig growled, grabbing a hold of his hood before yanking it down. He was developing a very nasty black bruise around his left eye. Blood was drizzling slowly from his nose and a slit on the edge of his face.

"My dad's what happened."

"Wasn't planning on it." He said, flipping his hood back up. He hated when he had to hide from Tweek to protect him from the truth. His dad did something like this and he never liked to have Tweek endure his pain.

"Only if Clyde and Ruby can come too. I'm not leaving them behind."

"Spit it out. You can tell me anything." Though the line reads cheesy, Craig's voice was neutral only radiating a bit of the anger still boiling inside him.

"I can pay rent for the three of us to help you. But if we're ever any trouble, don't hesitate to kick us out."

"You think your parents running out of money is going to make me think twice from getting away from my dad?" Craig asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It's ok, dude."