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