[It's beginning to dawn on Karkat that he's probably seen Dave blush more times during this single conversation than in the entirety of their acquaintance, but the observation comes absolutely secondary to what the hell is that reaction even. Karkat had barely touched him, is he all right? Or is this some human thing?

He almost had taken his hand away before Dave trapped it, and although he's glad he didn't because yeah, his moirail is about as subtle about liking the contact as a bright fucking red blanket with visible limbs sticking out of it is as a hiding place, he's still concerned. Should he have done something else? Started with a hug? What?]

Trolls can react pretty strongly to it. [Sometimes. Not always. Then again, Karkat has stopped a murderous rampage with his voice and touch alone, so maybe it's more a him thing than a Dave thing? Fuck, that sounded weird.] Look, are you sure you're okay? Because I—I mean, I don't want to rush things if you're not, uh. Ready for it.

[Okay, that sounds really weird, but it's also technically accurate, so just. Shut up for a second.]

It's okay, Dave. It's a lot for you to get used to. [And, if it really is all right—] Take your time.