That's My Tutor

Empty Spaces

"What? What is it? Did you find something?" Tolkien questioned.

Tweek quickly turned toward Tolkien and hid the door knob with his body, pressing into the door to keep it from view. "Nope! Nothing, but I think I'm going to head to lunch now."

"Oh okay." Tolkien gave a slump of the shoulders, he had lost a ukulele and time with his crush.  "Keep your eye out for any suspicious people."

Tweek gave a thumbs up as he walked out the room. "I will."

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"Everything make sense so far?" Tweek asked as he watched Craig lay out the historical context of World War One.

Craig nodded. "Yeah, seems clear so far."

Tweek let himself take a step back from his student and watch as he plotted different events in chronological order. Examining him and his bag closely. The bag didn't seem to have anything oblong shaped in it nor did he seem to have anything oblong shaped with him.

Craig himself seemed more tired than usual, he had droopy eyes and his speech was a little slow, but that could have been from yesterday when he had Craig over. 

He made him stay for dinner, and then he made him stay for dessert, then he made him stay for second dessert. All of which were things he decided to quickly make in the kitchen and accidentally force Craig into eating. Although Craig did compliment him on his blowtorch skills and the 'second dessert' s'mores Tweek had made him.

"Did I keep you up?" Tweek asked, putting his head on his palm as he looked at Craig.

Craig looked up with the same sleepy looking eyes. "Huh...? Oh. No, I was still finishing some stuff up when I got home."

"Really?" Tweek tilted his head to the side, his eyes sharpening slightly. "I thought you said we finished everything last night."

Craig's mouth opened to speak, but hung for a moment. Eventually stuttering out the obvious excuse. "I meant other stuff... non-school stuff."

The corner of Tweek's mouth twitched up. "Like what?"

"Nothing important." Craig said then put his head back down into the different dates in front of him, detaching himself from the conversation.

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You've got to be kidding me.

Craig and Tweek usually would pack up at the same pace and walk out of the room together. They would walk as long as they could with each other to their cars without separating, only because they enjoyed the company on the walk.

So today was weird. 

Craig was packing up extremely slow, picking his things up piece by piece. He was making sure everything went in their correct spots instead of his usual, pile together then dump in bag, method. Even with the slowed down version of Tweek's packing, Craig outmatched him in the competition for leisureliness.

Tweek gave up on trying to pack with him and thought of a different idea.

He zipped up his pencil case and put it in his bag with a quick plop, looking up at Craig after he did. "Well, I'm off."

Craig smiled and gave a wave. "See you tomorrow." Tweek noted the action as it being the most energetic thing he had done the whole session, a new life being breathed into him as he said the words.

Tweek walked out the door, acting how he normally would when leaving. The only difference being, instead of walking down the hallway to leave he pressed himself against the wall. Putting his ear near the door, but careful to not be seen through the opaque screen of glass that was in the doors window. He held his breath, not wanting to make any noise to startle the boy who still has not left the student room.