[There's little that can erase Karkat's habitual frown, but the way Dave's behaving now sure as hell does. How had he not cornered this idiot before today, had he been too busy investigating the inside of his human navel? Which, okay, still fucking weird, but not the issue here.]
How can you even say that?!
[The question would have sounded much better delivered quietly, if it had to be said at all, but as usual, Karkat spits it out without really thinking, the pained expression he'd been wearing already supplanted by a furious glare. Stupid, stupid, if Dave doesn't shut down completely with that alone, then—then nothing. Focus, dammit, or do you want to fail at being a bro on top of everything else?
He uncrosses his arms, rakes a hand through his hair, and looks away from Dave's huddled form, pressing hard against the spaces where his horns should be.]
People would make time if you just said something! This isn't some shit you have to deal with on your own, Dave. We're all in on it, and don't think for one fucking second we're going to leave your ass to wallow in this garbage because we're too busy befriending woodland creatures and braiding each other flower crowns!
[To say nothing of how he personally had been doing none of that shit, but his own issues were different, all right? They just were.]
I told you you could talk to me! Did you think those were just empty fucking words, Dave?! Or was I just supposed to skip out after dumping all of my shit about—about Gamzee on you and call it a fucking day?!
[He's repeating himself and he knows he is, but goddammit, Dave, someone has to say something!]
Were you ever going to bring this up?! Or were you just going to wait until shit hit critical mass again, god knows we all would've fucking loved that!
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How can you even say that?!
[The question would have sounded much better delivered quietly, if it had to be said at all, but as usual, Karkat spits it out without really thinking, the pained expression he'd been wearing already supplanted by a furious glare. Stupid, stupid, if Dave doesn't shut down completely with that alone, then—then nothing. Focus, dammit, or do you want to fail at being a bro on top of everything else?
He uncrosses his arms, rakes a hand through his hair, and looks away from Dave's huddled form, pressing hard against the spaces where his horns should be.]
People would make time if you just said something! This isn't some shit you have to deal with on your own, Dave. We're all in on it, and don't think for one fucking second we're going to leave your ass to wallow in this garbage because we're too busy befriending woodland creatures and braiding each other flower crowns!
[To say nothing of how he personally had been doing none of that shit, but his own issues were different, all right? They just were.]
I told you you could talk to me! Did you think those were just empty fucking words, Dave?! Or was I just supposed to skip out after dumping all of my shit about—about Gamzee on you and call it a fucking day?!
[He's repeating himself and he knows he is, but goddammit, Dave, someone has to say something!]
Were you ever going to bring this up?! Or were you just going to wait until shit hit critical mass again, god knows we all would've fucking loved that!