[Do they need to go on another breakfast dinner date. They can totally go on another breakfast dinner date, he is so down. Also, nope, can't stop, won't stop, especially if Dave is going to actually kiss him because of it. That had been a kiss, right? He didn't imagine it?
Karkat's grinning like an idiot regardless when Dave rolls over, even if he's trying really fucking hard not to. Again, fluttery feelings have no goddamn place in this conversation, why are they happening. Dave needs to stop being so goddamn wonderful and understanding this instant. Just. Gnngh.
The Happiny Meal is exactly the sort of distraction Karkat needs, and so he busies himself with liberating some fries from their disturbingly cheerful prison while Dave speaks, concern prompting him to look up just in time to catch that face. He's not sure what it's supposed to mean, but—]
That's a fucking awful plan.
[... What? He calls it like he sees it. He's quick to return his focus to his fries, though, relenting at least a tiny bit.]
I mean, I guess it's better than dumping on some guy who's totally uninvolved in that shit, but... you have to talk it out with someone eventually, you know? Or you should.
[He frowns, hating himself for hating the deliberate implication that Dave doesn't necessarily have to talk to him about it, even if he is his fucking moirail. He should have learned to let this shit go already.]
Just... try not to take shit too personally, I guess. And I'm always here if, you know. If there's anything bothering you.
[Wow. Try to sound more pathetically insecure, Past Karkat, Dave obviously hasn't had enough of your shit already. Fuck, why does he even open his mouth?]
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Karkat's grinning like an idiot regardless when Dave rolls over, even if he's trying really fucking hard not to. Again, fluttery feelings have no goddamn place in this conversation, why are they happening. Dave needs to stop being so goddamn wonderful and understanding this instant. Just. Gnngh.
The Happiny Meal is exactly the sort of distraction Karkat needs, and so he busies himself with liberating some fries from their disturbingly cheerful prison while Dave speaks, concern prompting him to look up just in time to catch that face. He's not sure what it's supposed to mean, but—]
That's a fucking awful plan.
[... What? He calls it like he sees it. He's quick to return his focus to his fries, though, relenting at least a tiny bit.]
I mean, I guess it's better than dumping on some guy who's totally uninvolved in that shit, but... you have to talk it out with someone eventually, you know? Or you should.
[He frowns, hating himself for hating the deliberate implication that Dave doesn't necessarily have to talk to him about it, even if he is his fucking moirail. He should have learned to let this shit go already.]
Just... try not to take shit too personally, I guess. And I'm always here if, you know. If there's anything bothering you.
[Wow. Try to sound more pathetically insecure, Past Karkat, Dave obviously hasn't had enough of your shit already. Fuck, why does he even open his mouth?]