He's going to game his way back to life somehow and shank a purple motherfucker. Through time. 8)
Dave makes a 'hmm' sound as he cleans his hands one last time in Karkat's hair, then worms his arms securely around his best sad alien bro, scooching up close.]
Okay, I hear that. Hold on a sec. Hup.
[And he just rolls onto his back and lifts and drags Karkat halfway on top of him, slightly diagonal so that Dave can stare up past his head at the ceiling and Karkat doesn't have to worry about making eye contact with him during this trying emotional time. And also so Karkat doesn't accidentally knee him in the crotch or something. This is fine. Karkat is the blanket, now, it's him.
Dave rubs his back with both hands, up and down. This shouldn't be so fuckin' comfortable, god damn.]
...Haaaas it occurred to you...
[He says, when it seems pretty obvious that it hasn't, because if it had then they wouldn't be having this conversation, Jesus Christ, Dave is never letting this asshole turd go. He does have to loosen his grip a little to be able to look at Karkat's face at all. Eye contact's important for this part, at least.]
That it's actually kind of perfectly reasonable for that shit to be coming up at times like these? Since, you know. Your first moirail was an utter nutfucking bastard to you without cause, making you believe the expired manure coming out of your face right now?
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He's going to game his way back to life somehow and shank a purple motherfucker. Through time. 8)
Dave makes a 'hmm' sound as he cleans his hands one last time in Karkat's hair, then worms his arms securely around his best sad alien bro, scooching up close.]
Okay, I hear that. Hold on a sec. Hup.
[And he just rolls onto his back and lifts and drags Karkat halfway on top of him, slightly diagonal so that Dave can stare up past his head at the ceiling and Karkat doesn't have to worry about making eye contact with him during this trying emotional time. And also so Karkat doesn't accidentally knee him in the crotch or something. This is fine. Karkat is the blanket, now, it's him.
Dave rubs his back with both hands, up and down. This shouldn't be so fuckin' comfortable, god damn.]
...Haaaas it occurred to you...
[He says, when it seems pretty obvious that it hasn't, because if it had then they wouldn't be having this conversation, Jesus Christ, Dave is never letting this asshole turd go. He does have to loosen his grip a little to be able to look at Karkat's face at all. Eye contact's important for this part, at least.]
That it's actually kind of perfectly reasonable for that shit to be coming up at times like these? Since, you know. Your first moirail was an utter nutfucking bastard to you without cause, making you believe the expired manure coming out of your face right now?