[What's this, actual cooperation? Will wonders never cease. Karkat rolls his eyes and gives in to the urge to fling the pillow at Dave's now exposed head, plopping unceremoniously down next to him seconds later. If any human boundaries get trampled in the process, he's sure not aware of them.]

This. This thing you're doing right now. Knock it the fuck off, Dave, or the opening act of this "feelings jam" will feature me achieving low earth orbit as propelled by the force of my own pants shitting fury. Your bed will never be safe to sleep in again. Do you really want that?

[He does his best to tug nonchalantly at his sleeve, but the gesture is altogether too fidgety for him to succeed. Why didn't he come up with a script before walking in here, what the hell is wrong with him.]

You're not as okay as you've been acting, are you?