[Not the same reaction and Karkat should have timed it better, but the blush still helps to center him while he tries to keep his emotions in check. He wishes he'd had a hand on Dave's face then, just to see if could have felt that warmth spread, but there will always be other opportunities for that. He hopes, anyway.

... Should he be trying to make his moirail blush. Eh, fuck it, he doesn't care.

He's feeling better by the time Dave gets around to confessing that he's a giant bitch (about fucking time), and while he's not up to smiling again just yet, he can and will nuzzle the hand on his cheek. Because it's there. Shut up.]

I could see that happening, yeah. Tavros was—always really sensitive, for a troll.

[Maybe even for a human. Fuck, he should have kept a closer watch on him, why had he let any of them leave the computer lab? If he'd just made everyone stay in the same room, maybe—ugh. No, he's not thinking about this.

He traces the three most prominent lines on Dave's palm next, then the veins, following them all they way up to the his fingertips. Human nails are weird. Why are they clear?]

I think he took his lusus's death the hardest out of all of us. He had a—

[Fuck. Karkat swallows, tries again.]

He had a plush of him. On the meteor.