[It's also funny how quickly Karkat regrets his impulsiveness once Dave is upright and the expression on his face is more plainly visible. What emotion is that? Reluctance? Worry? It had better not be fucking regret, but Karkat isn't certain he could blame him if it were. He should be able to use his damn words to get his message across, not that he's been doing an especially good job of that so far anyway, and this... ill-advised, poorly planned, bulge busting stupidity is probably a perfect illustration of that.
He sighs softly, closes his eyes. Forget whatever he'd been thinking of; Past Karkat is a self-centered douche and needs to wise the fuck up. Just focus on Dave.]
Where you are is fine.
[More than fine, if he would just stop looking like that, like he fears being hurt or hurting someone else.
It's the realization that Dave is probably worrying about hurting him that makes Karkat move—slowly, so as not to scare him, but deliberately enough that his moirail should be able to see that he knows what he's doing.
(He doesn't, actually, but Dave doesn't need to know that.)
His eyes open again, flick toward the sunglasses, then resettle on Dave's as Karkat reaches up to remove the shades and set them aside. It's the most direct eye contact he can remember getting without that damn barrier in the way, and he's determined to make it count. He has to be a good moirail, both because Dave deserves one and because... well, because. That's reason enough.]
You don't have to be afraid, Dave. [He folds the glasses, sets them aside.] I know this is new to you. Just... do whatever feels right for now.
[He hesitates, then raises his hand to Dave's cheek, lightly caressing it. It's only the knowledge of how the human is likely to interpret it that's making his face turn pink again.]
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He sighs softly, closes his eyes. Forget whatever he'd been thinking of; Past Karkat is a self-centered douche and needs to wise the fuck up. Just focus on Dave.]
Where you are is fine.
[More than fine, if he would just stop looking like that, like he fears being hurt or hurting someone else.
It's the realization that Dave is probably worrying about hurting him that makes Karkat move—slowly, so as not to scare him, but deliberately enough that his moirail should be able to see that he knows what he's doing.
(He doesn't, actually, but Dave doesn't need to know that.)
His eyes open again, flick toward the sunglasses, then resettle on Dave's as Karkat reaches up to remove the shades and set them aside. It's the most direct eye contact he can remember getting without that damn barrier in the way, and he's determined to make it count. He has to be a good moirail, both because Dave deserves one and because... well, because. That's reason enough.]
You don't have to be afraid, Dave. [He folds the glasses, sets them aside.] I know this is new to you. Just... do whatever feels right for now.
[He hesitates, then raises his hand to Dave's cheek, lightly caressing it. It's only the knowledge of how the human is likely to interpret it that's making his face turn pink again.]
... Is this okay?