And te couldn’t get out.
So te just cried. te couldn’t do anything else.
“Hey, (Y/N)…” Dally walks into your room, about to ask te something, then stops. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He says quietly, coming to sit down successivo to te on the bed.
“I’m just… Tired.” Is all te could say
“I know the feeling,” he says as he starts to rub your back.
“What are te doing?” te sniffle.
“Giving te a massage; what else?” He grins. “It’ll make te feel better.”
“Thanks,” te manage to smile.
