[Karkat, no, why. Dave gives him a look as flat as the Dead Sea. Is this the face of someone who, if Karkat had made him watch, would commit something as inane-sounding as The Wedding Planner to his valuable memory units? What do they even do in that movie, record meeting after meeting with hopeful knot-tiers to be while the planner goes over fees? Snore. Dave rolls his eyes and musses the shit out of Karkat's hair at the front.]

Yeah, obviously. [Obviously what? That he watched the movie? Sure. He puts Karkat's hand in both of his again, absently massaging the sides as he talks.] Something like, I dunno, forty percent of human marriages end in divorce, and that's after all the time we put into dating around and convincing ourselves we've found "the one." But even if it doesn't work out in the end, the gesture's a big deal to saying you wanna try.

[He looks down at that poor captured hand he still hasn't released, then turns it over so he can see the back. His fingers weave through again; the spaces there are getting more natural to fit.

It seems this is fascinating. That, or Dave really likes holding hands. He makes a thoughtful noise.]

Hmmm. I guess five rings would get kinda clunky. And expensive. Maybe a charm bracelet would work better. You know, like, hooking on the signs of the people you're with and little diamonds and spades or something.

[He looks up again, then shrugs a little. Lightly taps the spot just beneath the dip of Karkat's collarbone.]

Or those break-apart BFF pendants girls like. Those'd suit the concept pretty well, too. Everyone gets a leaf off the applesauce symbol.

[He's not even going to pretend he can pronounce auspistice.]