[... Oh god. Does he have to look so defeated, it's. How is this not. ARGH.
Karkat forces his gaze away and, because he cannot do this anymore, peels himself off of Dave completely. No more hugging. None. He has to fucking stop, this is just embarrassing by this point. Why did he think this was a good idea?]
Are you sure about that? I mean, not the working out part, but do you think you might feel tired enough now? Usually if—you know, after this sort of thing...
[He gestures vaguely between them then drops his hand into his lap. If he has to be more explicit about any of this, it's fucking over, he just knows it is.]
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Karkat forces his gaze away and, because he cannot do this anymore, peels himself off of Dave completely. No more hugging. None. He has to fucking stop, this is just embarrassing by this point. Why did he think this was a good idea?]
Are you sure about that? I mean, not the working out part, but do you think you might feel tired enough now? Usually if—you know, after this sort of thing...
[He gestures vaguely between them then drops his hand into his lap. If he has to be more explicit about any of this, it's fucking over, he just knows it is.]
You should try again.