[Eminently reasonable, yes, which is precisely why Karkat falls silent for several seconds before giving a single nod. He has completely fucking exhausted any and all stalling tactics he might have used. That's just perfect. There's no guarantee that Dave will decide to start this brand new policy of backing off less right now, though, so it's probably fine? Maybe it really is fine. Maybe he won't have to talk about it.
... Fuck, fries sound really delicious right now. Why had he stopped eating? Oh, right, because he'd fucked up a perfectly satisfactory feelings jam by getting his goddamn insecurities all over the place. Someone needs to invent PokéTrollian so he can get back to yelling at Past Karkat for being so impossibly horrible at everything ever.]
Yeah. We can do that.
[It's late and probably unnecessary (Dave should have been able to feel the nod even if he couldn't see it), but Karkat has a pressing need to hear anything at all that isn't the perpetual bullshit monologue running through his think pan 24/7. Just. Anything at all. Even one of Dave's stupid raps would work, god.
He sighs and gives his moirail a nudge.]
Come on. We're wasting the fries anyway by not eating them.
[Ignore the fact that he's the one who's, you know, on top of Dave and could easily wriggle free if he wanted to. Choosing between more cuddle time with Dave and Happiny Meals is a serious fucking dilemma.]
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... Fuck, fries sound really delicious right now. Why had he stopped eating? Oh, right, because he'd fucked up a perfectly satisfactory feelings jam by getting his goddamn insecurities all over the place. Someone needs to invent PokéTrollian so he can get back to yelling at Past Karkat for being so impossibly horrible at everything ever.]
Yeah. We can do that.
[It's late and probably unnecessary (Dave should have been able to feel the nod even if he couldn't see it), but Karkat has a pressing need to hear anything at all that isn't the perpetual bullshit monologue running through his think pan 24/7. Just. Anything at all. Even one of Dave's stupid raps would work, god.
He sighs and gives his moirail a nudge.]
Come on. We're wasting the fries anyway by not eating them.
[Ignore the fact that he's the one who's, you know, on top of Dave and could easily wriggle free if he wanted to. Choosing between more cuddle time with Dave and Happiny Meals is a serious fucking dilemma.]