[Karkat had already privately resolved to remove the damn shades whenever he got the chance, but seeing that look on Dave's face, not to mention all the other subtleties in his expression he'd missed before... yeah. No shades allowed again, at least not when they're alone like this.
He thinks he'd want to keep that sight to himself, but he's not fucking insane. It's the softness that really gets him anyway, the way Dave looks so open and affectionate—Karkat isn't imagining that, right? He's not even sure he knows what those emotions look like anymore, but they have to resemble what he's seeing now. He refuses to believe that they don't.
The smile widens as Dave grows bolder, and he can't help but watch as his moirail's slim fingers trail over his own and to his wrist. Everything's slow and sweet and perfect and he's not moving from this spot until he's good and ready, he doesn't even care.
He's just started stroking Dave's cheek again when the question comes, and while he's far too relaxed to freeze up, he may just noticeably falter. He should have been paying closer attention. Like... fuck, he just really should have been paying attention.]
The same thing we're doing now, mostly.
[His voice is remarkably steady, he's proud to note, but holy shit, this is not how he'd planned on explaining certain embarrassing truths about his past behavior.]
Except with more talking about feelings. It's sort of...
[Fuck. Fuck everything. Just. Fuck.
He chews his lip again, then forces himself to continue. With eye contact, even.]
Like, uh. Like when I talked to you that one morning? It's basically that, except on a pile. They're not... strictly for moirails, but it's sort of, um. You know.
[A romantic activity, unless you were Feferi and had absolutely no boundaries whatsoever because you were the heiress and no one would call you out on inviting multiple people to a highly public feelings jam in the middle of the computer room. Goddammit, Feferi.
... And yeah, okay, fine, it's highly likely that Dave won't consider initiating unsolicited feelings jams inappropriate, but still. Shut up.]
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He thinks he'd want to keep that sight to himself, but he's not fucking insane. It's the softness that really gets him anyway, the way Dave looks so open and affectionate—Karkat isn't imagining that, right? He's not even sure he knows what those emotions look like anymore, but they have to resemble what he's seeing now. He refuses to believe that they don't.
The smile widens as Dave grows bolder, and he can't help but watch as his moirail's slim fingers trail over his own and to his wrist. Everything's slow and sweet and perfect and he's not moving from this spot until he's good and ready, he doesn't even care.
He's just started stroking Dave's cheek again when the question comes, and while he's far too relaxed to freeze up, he may just noticeably falter. He should have been paying closer attention. Like... fuck, he just really should have been paying attention.]
The same thing we're doing now, mostly.
[His voice is remarkably steady, he's proud to note, but holy shit, this is not how he'd planned on explaining certain embarrassing truths about his past behavior.]
Except with more talking about feelings. It's sort of...
[Fuck. Fuck everything. Just. Fuck.
He chews his lip again, then forces himself to continue. With eye contact, even.]
Like, uh. Like when I talked to you that one morning? It's basically that, except on a pile. They're not... strictly for moirails, but it's sort of, um. You know.
[A romantic activity, unless you were Feferi and had absolutely no boundaries whatsoever because you were the heiress and no one would call you out on inviting multiple people to a highly public feelings jam in the middle of the computer room. Goddammit, Feferi.
... And yeah, okay, fine, it's highly likely that Dave won't consider initiating unsolicited feelings jams inappropriate, but still. Shut up.]