[Fucking hell, Karkat, stop doing that, it makes him feel way too happy and nice. Like a pancake flipping all warm and fluffy in his stomach. Holy shit, pancakes again, Dave needs to make sure to eat before they do this pile stuff from now on. He rubs his nose in Karkat's hair instead.]

Mm-hm. [He thinks about it, then plants a light, little kiss on Karkat's crown.] Wasn't ever feeling that bad in the first place. You were careful.

[But he is hungry, and he finally rolls over onto his front--towards Karkat, not away--and finds another Happiny Meal to open. The chicken nuggets are his, he is starving.]

And it's...I dunno, kind of okay in the first place. Like, he can't hurt me, so. [He makes a face, because that sounds bad, like he's admitting Bro hurt him, and shoves a nugget halfway into his mouth to mask the pause. After swallowing his mouthful, he finishes:] If I keep talking to him, maybe I can work through that shit in the background, without getting the dude's delicate feefees involved.