Craig found himself walking down the snow-covered road once again, coffee in hand and boots over his pajamas. Why was he always running through blizzards at three in the morning?

He found his answer when he reached his destination. Craig's knuckles were inches from the door when it flung open and he was greeted by a jittery blonde.

"I'm so glad you came! It's the -ngh- gnomes again, I swear... is that for me?" asked the boy in the doorway.

"Always is, Tweek," Craig laughed and let himself in, shedding his boots and jacket. "So, what's this about gnomes?"

"I heard them Craig! They called me a twitchy pussy and ran off with my underwear, AGAIN!!" now he was spazzing like crazy.

Craig smiled at the nervous wreck he called his best friend. He could go on about underpants forever, but now it was time for bed. He gently wrapped his arms around the other teen and he instantly stopped shaking. "Bedtime, Tweekers."

Craig walked up the stairs with Tweek still in his embrace, he knew how gay he must look right now. But he would do anything to protect his friend, that's why he had trekked through the snow to get here... for the third time this week.

Tweek sighed when they got into his bed, Craig held him tightly until he fell asleep. Anything to protect him, because that's what friends do.

...Right?