[Dave snorts rudely, back of Karkat's head cradled in his hand again. Maybe Karkat will let him play with his hair the way Jade does. He's not sure what's possible to do with it this short, but that won't stop him from trying. If allowed, of course.]
You're the one with shit-tier taste in humans, dumpass.
[Seriously. Pale crush on Dave, black crush on John? Karkat, no. That is backwards in every way.
Doesn't mean it doesn't get him right in the base of the throat, though. Doesn't mean he's not glad, all of the sudden, that Karkat can't see his face right now, tucked as he is into his chest. (The weird bump in his collarbone where the broken bone healed crooked when he was little, can he feel it with his face? It's kind of funny to think about.)
Doesn't mean he doesn't realize that, with 'Same thing,' Karkat just about said, 'I love you.' Doesnt mean the whole thing they're trying doesn't shift just slightly for him, doesn't mean he won't hold what was already a rich and weighty and fragile gift with more gravity, now. With more care. Whether or not Karkat knows what that means to Dave, he's just going to roll that feeling into a cool little ball and hang onto it, pressed deep into his chest where all such moments go.
'Just don't go anywhere. I couldn't take it if you did.' 'You're good too, Dave. All the bad things that've happened to you, you don't...deserve them either.' 'You are one of my very best friends and I always felt a little less lonely when talking to you.' 'But you have to promise to stay put. Don't try to stop me. Just let it go.' 'Dear Dave...Happy birthday!!!'
Shit. He'll do pretty much anything for Karkat, now, probably. Dave laughs a little, an unvoiced haha through the nose, and makes sure Karkat's gathered up close and comfortable and warm into him.]
I used to think you hated me. ...I dunno, maybe you did. I wouldn't've blamed you. So I guess I always figured, if you were gonna proposition me in a quadrant, it would've been in kismespades.
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You're the one with shit-tier taste in humans, dumpass.
[Seriously. Pale crush on Dave, black crush on John? Karkat, no. That is backwards in every way.
Doesn't mean it doesn't get him right in the base of the throat, though. Doesn't mean he's not glad, all of the sudden, that Karkat can't see his face right now, tucked as he is into his chest. (The weird bump in his collarbone where the broken bone healed crooked when he was little, can he feel it with his face? It's kind of funny to think about.)
Doesn't mean he doesn't realize that, with 'Same thing,' Karkat just about said, 'I love you.' Doesnt mean the whole thing they're trying doesn't shift just slightly for him, doesn't mean he won't hold what was already a rich and weighty and fragile gift with more gravity, now. With more care. Whether or not Karkat knows what that means to Dave, he's just going to roll that feeling into a cool little ball and hang onto it, pressed deep into his chest where all such moments go.
'Just don't go anywhere. I couldn't take it if you did.'
'You're good too, Dave. All the bad things that've happened to you, you don't...deserve them either.'
'You are one of my very best friends and I always felt a little less lonely when talking to you.'
'But you have to promise to stay put. Don't try to stop me. Just let it go.'
'Dear Dave...Happy birthday!!!'
Shit. He'll do pretty much anything for Karkat, now, probably. Dave laughs a little, an unvoiced haha through the nose, and makes sure Karkat's gathered up close and comfortable and warm into him.]
I used to think you hated me. ...I dunno, maybe you did. I wouldn't've blamed you. So I guess I always figured, if you were gonna proposition me in a quadrant, it would've been in kismespades.
[He closes his eyes, smiling over Karkat's head.]
Glad you didn't.