[Katkat can pretend to deal, but the fact of the matter is that Dave talking into his forehead means that Dave is repeatedly brushing his lips against said forehead and holy fuck it tickles why. He doesn't squirm, nor does he headbutt his moirail in the mouth to fucking make him stop already, but he's definitely fidgeting and inattentive even though he really should be neither. This is a serious conversation, goddammit. Any and all stupid, fluttery feelings can go hurl themselves off the nearest building.

(Un?)fortunately, the shit Dave is saying is more than enough to snap Karkat out of it, and he inhales sharply before he can stop himself, his features twisting into a grimace. Some version of them. Some other—fuck. Fucking... fuck, that's just such utter bullshit.]

Isn't that the same thing? Every version of us is fucked except one. Isn't that just—

[He cuts himself off and lets his head thunk against Dave's chin, then nuzzles under it for the express purpose of muffling further grumbles into his moirail's neck. That probably also tickles way too goddamn much to tolerate, but he's feeling vindictive and more than slightly pissed at just... everything. Fuck everything. Everything is stupid and pointless and ugh.]

Sorry. I know we've already talked about this, I just... fuck. I don't get how you can be okay with it. It's probably because you're a fucking time player, they're always "0kay" with all the horrific doucheshittery that gets thrown at us.

[Sort of. Not really. God, when is the last time he even thought about Aradia? Pretty recently, actually. And Sollux. And...

Echoing Dave's sigh, he huddles closer. He's acting like a wiggler and he's not even sure that he cares right now; it's either that or scream or break down sobbing or all of the above. Like he's not already close to that point.]

Can we talk about something else?

[Before he loses it. Again.]