[He'd underestimated how difficult it would be to lay his feelings bare, how intolerable the wait after would be. If Dave were a troll, he wouldn't have needed to state things so explicitly, but then if he were a troll, Karkat might not have had feelings for him at all. Fuck, if Dave were a troll, he'd never have entertained the idea of becoming his moirail at all. Why had Karkat let himself think it might turn out differently? This always fucking happened, every fucking time—
He's just about to turn away again when Dave speaks, and he looks back in time to see his friend push his shades up and oh fuck, those are tears, Dave's crying, this is all his fucking fault. Again! When is it not?? Fucking NEVER, that's when! And with the way his hand is clamping down, he has to be about to tell Karkat off, because what else would it be?
... Except, somehow, it isn't.]
What?
[It's more of a croak than a word, and he rubs hurriedly at his face again even as Dave's—his m—as Dave's breathless laughter fills the air. There has to be some part of the conversation he's missing because it sounds an awful lot like Dave said yes and shit like that just doesn't happen in real life and definitely not to him. Had it been before or after "leak eyeball fluid?" "Quadrants?" "Take responsibility for..."
For Dave. For his moirail.]
You... you sack of shit, you didn't retain a goddamn thing, did you?
[It's the first thing he can think of to say, it's familiar, and maybe going through these motions might somehow explain how the fuck he'd managed not to fuck this up because seriously, did he fucking miss something, is this actually happening? What?
He falters a moment, then lifts his free hand and settles it over the one on his arm—over Dave's. His moirail. Dave's hand.]
You really mean it? You're not just...
[Just humoring him, haha, so funny, what a splendid joke. Dave wouldn't do that, right?]
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He's just about to turn away again when Dave speaks, and he looks back in time to see his friend push his shades up and oh fuck, those are tears, Dave's crying, this is all his fucking fault. Again! When is it not?? Fucking NEVER, that's when! And with the way his hand is clamping down, he has to be about to tell Karkat off, because what else would it be?
... Except, somehow, it isn't.]
What?
[It's more of a croak than a word, and he rubs hurriedly at his face again even as Dave's—his m—as Dave's breathless laughter fills the air. There has to be some part of the conversation he's missing because it sounds an awful lot like Dave said yes and shit like that just doesn't happen in real life and definitely not to him. Had it been before or after "leak eyeball fluid?" "Quadrants?" "Take responsibility for..."
For Dave. For his moirail.]
You... you sack of shit, you didn't retain a goddamn thing, did you?
[It's the first thing he can think of to say, it's familiar, and maybe going through these motions might somehow explain how the fuck he'd managed not to fuck this up because seriously, did he fucking miss something, is this actually happening? What?
He falters a moment, then lifts his free hand and settles it over the one on his arm—over Dave's. His moirail. Dave's hand.]
You really mean it? You're not just...
[Just humoring him, haha, so funny, what a splendid joke. Dave wouldn't do that, right?]