[Dave is currently flopped like a de-boned fish face-down on top of the covers, so tired in general and drained after Karkat woke him up and made him cry that his brain feels all an almost pleasant fuzzy static blankness, but the noise of glass against the surface of the nightstand makes him turn his head. From there, he glances up at Karkat, then drags himself up into a sitting position, shakes his head, takes the glass.]
Nah.
[He's good, he thinks. He drinks the water, doing his level best not to look at Karkat at risk of wondering why, exactly, he's doing all this for him, besides broship, obviously, and the mutual understanding of being in the same floating maritime vessel.
...No, he should probably say something. Apparently people can't get along on just silent suggestion alone. He looks down at the glass in his hands and tries to think of the words.]
Karkat? Um...
Thanks. [Yes, that seems right. Dave nods. He's so tired.] Thanks, bro.
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Nah.
[He's good, he thinks. He drinks the water, doing his level best not to look at Karkat at risk of wondering why, exactly, he's doing all this for him, besides broship, obviously, and the mutual understanding of being in the same floating maritime vessel.
...No, he should probably say something. Apparently people can't get along on just silent suggestion alone. He looks down at the glass in his hands and tries to think of the words.]
Karkat? Um...
Thanks. [Yes, that seems right. Dave nods. He's so tired.] Thanks, bro.