[Dave's eyes flick down for an instant, because it's going to be a while before he ever really wants to unload his crap. But he nods. Cradles the back of Karkat's head, works his fingers deep into where the hair is thick, under the base of his skull, scritches slowly and gently. He gets it. Fair's fair.]

You can talk about what happened, if you want.

[But Dave doesn't think that's it, not really. Besides, they both already know what happened. He's seen some of the bodies.

He shifts his head a little, getting more comfortable, finding a better angle to watch Karkat's face.]

Or you can just...talk about what they were like. I only talked to a couple of them, I think. [Scritch, scritch. He moves his hand down, flattening dark hair against the back Karkat's neck--lifts and smooths it down again, warm and steady.] You can tell me what you liked about them, the shit you miss. Or how annoying they were, whatever.

[Then, because his name's already floating around--and because the alternative is Vriska, and thinking about Vriska means thinking about Terezi, and Dave would rather ease into that more slowly for his own sake, if nothing else--he offers:]

Which one was Tavros?