[Any lingering reservations Karkat may have had vanish under the force of that smile, and irrepressibly, he finds himself mirroring it. Argh, this is so not cool, please say the bro code (moirail code. broirail?) has some subclause about not pointing out when your bro is grinning like a maniac. Karkat sure as fuck won't draw attention to Dave's smile, but that's because he'd probably do anything at this point to make sure it never fades.

This moirallegiance has to succeed, for Dave's sake if nothing else. Or... no, it'll probably fall apart eventually, just because he's Karkat Vantas and fucking up spectacularly is what he does, but until that happens, he's going to be the best palemate he can.

He doesn't hesitate to flop down next to Dave when he descends—wait, no, he'll grab a pillow first, then flop down next to him, squirming a little to get comfortable. A pile would be better, but he doesn't want to let go of Dave's hand long enough to make one.]

You still need wooing? God, you're a finicky bitch.

[He means this in the nicest way possible. Also, he's absolutely scooting closer and briefly touching his forehead to Dave's because he will have as much closeness and intimacy as he can stand now that he doesn't have to feel guilty about it. These past few weeks have been hell.]

Flowers aren't a quadrant-specific gift, so you lucked out there, sorry to say. And jewelry is stupid.

[... Also, this isn't really a good enough angle, either, but he's going to start straightening Dave's hair anyway. He's been wanting to pet it ever since the falling-asleep-in-his-lap incident, shut up and deal.]

Human females always seem to go for it, and I don't get why. That flashy shit's for nobility, and even then, it's pretty pointless.

[There's little point to this tangent; he's mostly trying to make sure Dave doesn't get to overwhelmed again. That's also why he didn't begin cuddling with him immediately even though he really, really wants to. See? He's totally generous.]