[Dave probably hadn't intended to make Karkat smile when he'd made that face, but guess what's happening just because, again, it's so very new seeing all these expressions without the damn aviators in the way. It's also—okay, fine, so it hadn't been Dave's decision to remove them completely and wiping away tears isn't an ideal motive for getting them partially off, but it's still unbearably romantic that he's allowing Karkat this... honor? Oh god, what is he even thinking right now. Still, it's really very sweet even if it is unintentional.

... Yeah, he's got it bad. Damn Dave Strider anyway.]

It'd be nice to celebrate filling a quadrant like that.

[He says it without without thinking, and although the ensuing blush is much fainter than the ones he'd been wearing earlier, it's still noticeable. Dammit.]

Don't tell Jade I said this, okay? But marriage sounds really... really special.

[IF I HATE MYSELF SO MUCH, WHY DON'T I HATEMARRY MYSELF. Haha no.

He inches a little closer, clearly self-conscious.]

I've told you about serendipity before, right? We believe that for every quadrant, there's some troll or pair of trolls who were hatched for us. [Or not-troll who was born fokay no, not finishing that thought even if Dave has to be aware he's thinking it. Maybe?] So having formal ceremonies to recognize finding those people would be appropriate, you know?

[No he does not realise that it sounds like he's asking Dave to marry him, if in a tremendously roundabout way. Sort of. He's more focused on gently taking hold of that hand and splaying the fingers before pressing their palm together again. Why the hell is Dave's hand so much bigger than his, argh. Time to pretend he wasn't comparing the size of their hands and link their fingers.]

I'm starting to think you actually do want jewelry. [Oh, wait.] And it's "auspistice." You can say "ashen" or "clubs," you know.