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ᑕᖇᗴᗴK: ᗩᑎᘜ𝘚T

Title~ exhaustion
ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ
ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ
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1:30 AM.

Tweek sat anxiously at his kitchen table at 1:30 in the morning. His leg bounced up and down as his eyes darted over to the clock on the stove. His hand gripped a cup of coffee tightly. It took years for to get him over his coffee addiction, he relapsed. He couldn't help it.

Craig hadn't come home.

This wasn't the first time. He's been doing this every night for months. Every time Tweek questioned why, his husband would always say the same thing, "I'm working late."

Tweek recently found out that wasn't the case at all. Craig has been cheating on him. For months now. They've been together for years and were married. And Craig cheated. To say Tweek was hurt was an understatement. To him, it felt like his heart had been ripped out and stomped on a thousand times. His heart ached with sorrow and his anxiety didn't help, it was worse now from the caffeine.

He held back tears as he waited for him to come home, it's never taken him this long before. Tweek raised his cup to his lips and took a long sip, the coffee burned his tongue as it slid down his throat and only relieved him slightly from his anxious mind. He was jittery, and twitchy. A habit that went away along with his coffee addiction, until tonight. Things would only get worse from here.

Tweek heard the front door open, and he quickly stood up. Some coffee spilt from his cup at the sudden action. Craig walked through the door to see his husband stand before him. "Oh. Good morning?" He said a bit confused. The smell of fresh coffee hit his nose. He stared down at the cup in his hand. "What is that?" He didn't have to ask. He could already tell from the smell and his husband's twitches, he just hoped to hear a different answer.

"Where have you been?" Tweek asked sharply. Craig shifted his gaze up to Tweek's eyes at the sound of his tone, angry... no furious. "I was at work. Sorry I came back so late. The traffic was terrible." Craig came up with a quick lie as he walked up to his husband and leaned down to deliver a kiss on his cheek. Tweek pulled away from him, rejecting his affection. Craig couldn't help but stare at him confused. "What's wrong?"

Tweek stayed silent for a moment, he could smell something on him. It was an unfamiliar kind of smell, almost like cologne. It wasn't Craig's and it definitely wasn't his. Anger coursed through his veins at the thoughts of this being the other persons cologne, the person he's cheating on him with. He hated that the smell was on him. And most of all, he was angry that such a small and stupid thing bothered him. But then again, why wouldn't it. Why would he put that on when he knew he was coming home to Tweek?

Maybe the other person put it on him on purpose. "Honey?" Craig looked with concern in his eyes. Tweek stared back at him, not sure if he should just confront him right away or try to coax the answer out of him. "What's that smell? It smells good."

Craig was a little startled by his question, not really expecting something so random. "Oh, uh... I don't know. Do I smell like something?" Craig tilted his head with confusion. Tweek gripped his cup tighter as he stared at him, he was trying to keep his gaze neutral but the longer he stared at Craig he couldn't help but glare daggers. How could he lie right to my face? And with no problem at all...