[Yeah geez totally dodged that bullet there, P H E W. Quadrant vacillation: Not Even Once, Ever.
Dave's quiet for a moment, regarding his own thoughts from a distance, like they're something he can trap behind glass for long enough to examine, to see what they really are without having to touch. Like feelings are something he can pin like butterflies and preserve and understand.
They aren't, really, but you're really hard to hate for long strikes a faint chime in him he's starting to recognize as someone said something really meaningful to me and I'm going to have to pick it apart later to deduce what, exactly, it meant. It's a pleasant sound, like a fingernail against a little glass flute--even if it does weird things to him, makes him feel all unguarded and hushed.]
Hm. Yeah?
[He couldn't have been Karkat's kismesis anyway. Not just because he wasn't interested, not just because he didn't even understand what the relationship entailed, but because he didn't wanted to be hated. Couldn't hate Karkat, either, not ever.
He rests his face in Karkat's hair for a moment, just long enough to get used to the smell of his skin, before turning his head again, relaxing there comfortably.]
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Dave's quiet for a moment, regarding his own thoughts from a distance, like they're something he can trap behind glass for long enough to examine, to see what they really are without having to touch. Like feelings are something he can pin like butterflies and preserve and understand.
They aren't, really, but you're really hard to hate for long strikes a faint chime in him he's starting to recognize as someone said something really meaningful to me and I'm going to have to pick it apart later to deduce what, exactly, it meant. It's a pleasant sound, like a fingernail against a little glass flute--even if it does weird things to him, makes him feel all unguarded and hushed.]
Hm. Yeah?
[He couldn't have been Karkat's kismesis anyway. Not just because he wasn't interested, not just because he didn't even understand what the relationship entailed, but because he didn't wanted to be hated. Couldn't hate Karkat, either, not ever.
He rests his face in Karkat's hair for a moment, just long enough to get used to the smell of his skin, before turning his head again, relaxing there comfortably.]
I'll take your word for it.