[His eyes glance to the left as he thinks about it, then up. Yeah, that was kind of intense, wasn't it? And if Karkat was doing all that while harboring a humongous pale boner for him, and talking about feelings and hugging and stuff is part of moirallegiance, then...]
Oh. Huh. I guess it's kind of like smooching someone who doesn't realize you're all hells of getting a romantic gesture on. ...Wow.
[No wonder Karkat's embarrassed, LMAO. Dave's embarrassed for him, Jesus. And also for himself. He is kind of stupid, god damn.
After a moment, he takes Karkat's hand from his face--just the one, the other's fine, Karkat can keep doing whatever with that one--and cradles it palm-up on his knee, the back of it cupped in his hand. Dave brings his other hand over, slides two fingers down the center of Karkat's palm and then up to his fingertips, slowly. Brushes his thumb up and down after them. His cartography project is still underway, it seems, though this time Dave watches his own movements, notes the color contrasts and the differences in the shapes of their hands.]
So, actually, yeah, can we talk about that? I mean, not about before, that's fine. My human perspective is that I pretty clearly needed an intervention regardless of relationship status and you did me a solid by stepping in. I'm just thinking about...going forward from here. How do I...how do I make sure I'm not, like...
[His pattern-tracing slows, but then he sighs and threads the fingers of his supporting hand through Karkat's, looks up to meet his eyes again.]
Okay, full disclosure, I'm probably obviously thinking about Jade, here. I don't think I'm that, like. Demonstrative with anybody else. But if it's a problem, I gotta know. I don't want you feeling like I'm cheating on you all the time. [He's earnest, now, though he drops his gaze to their interlocked hands again.] That'd be shitty and the opposite of what I'm supposed to do.
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What, when you woke me up and made me cry?
[His eyes glance to the left as he thinks about it, then up. Yeah, that was kind of intense, wasn't it? And if Karkat was doing all that while harboring a humongous pale boner for him, and talking about feelings and hugging and stuff is part of moirallegiance, then...]
Oh. Huh. I guess it's kind of like smooching someone who doesn't realize you're all hells of getting a romantic gesture on. ...Wow.
[No wonder Karkat's embarrassed, LMAO. Dave's embarrassed for him, Jesus. And also for himself. He is kind of stupid, god damn.
After a moment, he takes Karkat's hand from his face--just the one, the other's fine, Karkat can keep doing whatever with that one--and cradles it palm-up on his knee, the back of it cupped in his hand. Dave brings his other hand over, slides two fingers down the center of Karkat's palm and then up to his fingertips, slowly. Brushes his thumb up and down after them. His cartography project is still underway, it seems, though this time Dave watches his own movements, notes the color contrasts and the differences in the shapes of their hands.]
So, actually, yeah, can we talk about that? I mean, not about before, that's fine. My human perspective is that I pretty clearly needed an intervention regardless of relationship status and you did me a solid by stepping in. I'm just thinking about...going forward from here. How do I...how do I make sure I'm not, like...
[His pattern-tracing slows, but then he sighs and threads the fingers of his supporting hand through Karkat's, looks up to meet his eyes again.]
Okay, full disclosure, I'm probably obviously thinking about Jade, here. I don't think I'm that, like. Demonstrative with anybody else. But if it's a problem, I gotta know. I don't want you feeling like I'm cheating on you all the time. [He's earnest, now, though he drops his gaze to their interlocked hands again.] That'd be shitty and the opposite of what I'm supposed to do.