[There's a familiar rhythm to Dave's rambling, one that Karkat is probably only aware of because he spends way too much fucking time with this human, but that doesn't make it any less soothing as he lapses into it. "Idiosyncratic pathologies"—that's definitely Rose, right there, but the rest is all Dave.
Actually, he's not sure about "independent ecology," either, but he's not going to fucking question it right now. It's close enough.
His eyes close, and when he breathes again, it's much more natural. Calm. He is so fucking calm. Mostly.]
So we should work on that? Being better at... talking about shit. Or not talking about shit. Whatever.
[He does not like where this is going, mostly because—okay, if there's one thing he's been meaning to talk about with Dave and has been senselessly putting off forever... hahaha, no, fuck, he just got done saying he didn't want to talk about it, this is so not the place to start.
He lifts his head a little and turns it, seeking... something. Fine, eye contact. He wants eye contact, is that a crime.]
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Actually, he's not sure about "independent ecology," either, but he's not going to fucking question it right now. It's close enough.
His eyes close, and when he breathes again, it's much more natural. Calm. He is so fucking calm. Mostly.]
So we should work on that? Being better at... talking about shit. Or not talking about shit. Whatever.
[He does not like where this is going, mostly because—okay, if there's one thing he's been meaning to talk about with Dave and has been senselessly putting off forever... hahaha, no, fuck, he just got done saying he didn't want to talk about it, this is so not the place to start.
He lifts his head a little and turns it, seeking... something. Fine, eye contact. He wants eye contact, is that a crime.]
... Dave?