Who: Bradley and Tweek
Where: Tweek's house
When: Saturday afternoon
What: Seeking out some advice
Warnings: Possible mentions of adult concepts, boys kissing omg
At some point, Bradley realized that he didn't know where Tweek lived, but he assumed he could be found at the coffee shop. Was his house attached? Oh, Lord. He couldn't remember. But he needed to talk. Even after talking to the therapist, he needed to talk. Probably even more so. Tweek would understand, if anyone would. And Bradley realized the jittery boy was probably his best friend. He needed a best friend, and Tweek was so nice...
He stood outside the coffee shop indecisively, shifting from foot to foot.