[Karkat somehow fails to be reassured by the lack of overt tears. He is reassured by the fact that Dave seems to be capable of forming complete sentences, but since he's only barely managing that much, yeah, fuck, he is getting this idiot warmed up ASAP and not in the goddamn ablution trap. Just. No. Dave has lost all shower privileges and that's fucking final.]
Try and guess just how much I fucking care about getting wet right now. Go on. Guess.
[For once in his life, he doesn't mean to sound angry, but holy fuck, Dave, what do you think his priorities are right now? Just for that, he's going to hug this asshole even tighter before finally making an attempt to get his legs under him and think, vaguely, about actually standing.]
Come on. Up. I meant it about the clothes, Dave, and I can't get them off of you if you're sitting like this.
[He pulls his arms reluctantly away, too, but offers both hands just in case Dave needs help getting up. If he's been sitting in that cramped position for, what, it would have to be ten minutes if that's when he last held his PokéGear, then he probably does.]
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Try and guess just how much I fucking care about getting wet right now. Go on. Guess.
[For once in his life, he doesn't mean to sound angry, but holy fuck, Dave, what do you think his priorities are right now? Just for that, he's going to hug this asshole even tighter before finally making an attempt to get his legs under him and think, vaguely, about actually standing.]
Come on. Up. I meant it about the clothes, Dave, and I can't get them off of you if you're sitting like this.
[He pulls his arms reluctantly away, too, but offers both hands just in case Dave needs help getting up. If he's been sitting in that cramped position for, what, it would have to be ten minutes if that's when he last held his PokéGear, then he probably does.]