(I don't apologize for that chapter name.)

When we get to Token's, i, immediately, just sit on the floor, back against the wall. A couple of people start drinking (of course the underage kids want to drink, isn't that just a fact.). Clyde doesn't go along with them, meaning he has decided to remain sober. Especially when it's like... what? Two... maybe three pm. It's not enough to get drunk already.

"Hi Tweek," Token says, sitting next to me.

"Hi," I say.

"Are you okay? You shouldn't be sitting alone," Token says.

"I'm *gah* fine. Personally, I just don't just jump at the opportunity to be black out drunk," I say.

Token laughs, actually laughs.

"Eh. It's an escape for most people. Trust me, this town is not healthy," Token says.

"I don't like the idea of an escape. Because if you want to *gah* escape life, you start escaping more and more. And if you escape too much, real world becomes a burden rather than a blessing. It'll *gah* result in nothing good because at some point people will *gah* start looking for a permanent escape rather than momentary. It'll turn unhealthy," I say.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Token asks.

"Of course. I'm fine," I say.

"You sure?" Token asks.

"Just because everyone else is having problems doesn't *gah* mean that I have to have problems," I say.

"Okay then," Token says.

I close my eyes for a moment.

"Isn't it weird to someday know that it's all past?" I ask.

"What does that mean?" Token asks.

"Everything that happens will be in the past, a memory," I say.

"Tweek, why are you being deep?" Token asks.

"I don't know, it's just a weird *gah* thought," I say.

I open my eyes again. Craig and Clyde are talking on the other side of the room.

"I just mean that... I- it's *gah* hard to explain. Maybe it's the fact that thinks I did when I was nine or ten are things that have *gah* effected my life and will continue to do just *gah* that. I don't know. I might be tired, I'm pretty philosophical when I'm tired enough," I say.

Token nods.

"Life is a weird thing, isn't it?" He asks.

"Everyday is *gah* the ultimate game of Russian roulette, every day until your *gah* death day is an empty slot. It's weird. Everything else in my life stresses me out but dying doesn't. It's just going to *gah* happen. It's weirdly... nice? Yeah. It's weirdly nice to know that *gah* nothing is forever. It's... comforting. Sorry, like I said, I'm *gah* tired," I say.

Token nods.

"It's... nice to talk about it," Token says.

"I think so too. Imagine if I was like this when I was ten. That would've been *gah* fucking terrifying for everyone involved. I guess I might be going to a sort of *gah* crisis. But at the same time, not. It's sort of a time in life when I think about these things *gah*. I guess- I guess I think about them almost a lot," I say.

"Yeah. You know, personally, I wouldn't talk about it with Craig or Clyde. You're a nice person to talk about these things to. Jimmy wouldn't actually listen," Token says.

"Me *gah* neither. Clyde is going through enough and Creek sort of ruined the friendship level me *gah* and Craig had. Jimmy, yeah, he would just joke *gah* about it and wouldn't be interested. Honestly, I'm not all about coffee and underwear gnomes, even if *gah* a lot of people seem to think I am," I say.

"I'm just... I wasn't expecting you to talk about death either," Token says.

I look at him, with a smile.

"You know, I don't *gah* either. I like to talk about childlike things. It's a different way to what I feel *gah*. I'm scared of war, I don't know where I'm going to be in twenty years, I am not sure what happens to *gah* everything I am, I'm scared of who I am and who I'm going to be. I *gah* don't know what there is in the future and that might just be my biggest fear, the fact I could do *gah* something, right now, that would effect my life for years even if I regretted it in those *gah* years," I say.

Token looks at me.

"You're scared of the future?" He asks.

"Yes. And deadly afraid of the unknown," I say.

"As far as I know, there is no use being afraid of it," he says.

"People are afraid of bears. There is *gah* no use fearing a bear unless that bear has pups. So I'm *gah* afraid of the future because it's possible that I have fucked it up. If I knew that I haven't *gah* fucked my future over, I wouldn't be afraid of it," I say.

Token smiles at me.

"You haven't," Token says.

"How do you *gah* know?" I ask.

"Because you couldn't fuck over all of your future with the choices you've made. Nothing could fuck you over because all your choices are justified. Future is a big part of your life, you're not old. You couldn't fuck over such a huge amount of time in such a short while," Token says

"Thanks," I say.

He nods, still smiling at me. I slide a little closer to him, which he doesn't in turn slide away from.

"What are you *gah* afraid of?" I ask.

"Not doing something I want to because I was a coward. I don't want to be 80 and remember how I should have done something," Token says.

"What do you *gah* want to do?" I ask.

"Right now?" He asks.

I nod. He kisses me. I kiss him back, taking a hold of his leg for slight support.

"That? Really?" I ask.

"Yeah," Token says, smiling.

I smile at him before kissing him this time.

"Nice to *gah* hear that," I say.

He smiles brighter.