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