Karkat doesn't necessarily mind being pulled on top of Dave for a lot of reasons, but he's baffled enough to actually allow eye contact in the interests of figuring out what the fuck is going on. He has a sneaking suspicion that Dave's about to impart some piece of profound wisdom/phenomenal fucking stupidity masquerading as such, but that's normal, not something his moirail needs to preempt by hauling Karkat into an even more extreme variation of their usual cuddle pile. He returns the embrace automatically because of course he fucking does, but he shouldn't have to feel like he's accepting some draconian contract while doing so. Has what occurred to him? What about his firoh fucking hell.
His breath leaves him in a hiss, but as much as he really fucking wants to pull away, his arms tighten around Dave instead, his face turning to hide against his shoulder. Nnnnope, they are not talking about Gamzee or whatever effect he may or may not have had, hahaha, what, Gamzee who? That motherfucking—]
Don't. Just—just don't, Dave.
[Don't even mention him. Just—don't—fuck, that isn't even the same thing!]
He's—whatever that shit was about, his Mirthful fucking Messiahs, none of it matters anymore, all right? It's nothing. He probably wasn't even pale for me, why the fuck should I care?
[His breath hitches, and unconsciously, his arms wind even tighter around his moirail. Both of these things are Completely. Fucking. Normal. What is Dave even talking about?]
I'm—I was talking about you, not that, that fucking clown. Fuck that guy. What the fuck else do you want? I don't want to talk about Gamzee.
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Karkat doesn't necessarily mind being pulled on top of Dave for a lot of reasons, but he's baffled enough to actually allow eye contact in the interests of figuring out what the fuck is going on. He has a sneaking suspicion that Dave's about to impart some piece of profound wisdom/phenomenal fucking stupidity masquerading as such, but that's normal, not something his moirail needs to preempt by hauling Karkat into an even more extreme variation of their usual cuddle pile. He returns the embrace automatically because of course he fucking does, but he shouldn't have to feel like he's accepting some draconian contract while doing so. Has what occurred to him? What about his firoh fucking hell.
His breath leaves him in a hiss, but as much as he really fucking wants to pull away, his arms tighten around Dave instead, his face turning to hide against his shoulder. Nnnnope, they are not talking about Gamzee or whatever effect he may or may not have had, hahaha, what, Gamzee who? That motherfucking—]
Don't. Just—just don't, Dave.
[Don't even mention him. Just—don't—fuck, that isn't even the same thing!]
He's—whatever that shit was about, his Mirthful fucking Messiahs, none of it matters anymore, all right? It's nothing. He probably wasn't even pale for me, why the fuck should I care?
[His breath hitches, and unconsciously, his arms wind even tighter around his moirail. Both of these things are Completely. Fucking. Normal. What is Dave even talking about?]
I'm—I was talking about you, not that, that fucking clown. Fuck that guy. What the fuck else do you want? I don't want to talk about Gamzee.