[The shiver is all the hint Karkat needs that he should go and grab another fucking towel already, but even if Dave saying shit like "T.Y." means that he has to be feeling better, he can't bear the thought of leaving his side again. Dave has to be doing better. Please let this be better.
Sniffling not-quite-inaudibly, Karkat reaches for his moirail again, this time to assist with this whole highly fucking tedious drying business. From what he's just seen, it doesn't look like Dave has the dexterity needed to do a thorough job, and while Karkat's knowledge about these things isn't the most comprehensive, he's pretty sure that the head is one of the easiest places to lose heat from. Dave's hair is still dripping, and with the shades in the way, too...
He hesitates but eventually decides to carry on with drying all that fluffy blond hair without dislodging Dave's aviators. Maybe once he's graduated to full on nonsensical rambling, Karkat will deem it safe, but not now.]
Okay. I can do that.
[Rub, rub, rub goes the towel against Dave's head. Karkat may or may not be using the opportunity to massage his moirail's scalp and neck, just because.]
Shooooosh. Do you want to try standing up next or should we take your shirt off instead? I can get you a fresh towel, too, so you won't be cold. Whatever you think you're ready for, okay?
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Sniffling not-quite-inaudibly, Karkat reaches for his moirail again, this time to assist with this whole highly fucking tedious drying business. From what he's just seen, it doesn't look like Dave has the dexterity needed to do a thorough job, and while Karkat's knowledge about these things isn't the most comprehensive, he's pretty sure that the head is one of the easiest places to lose heat from. Dave's hair is still dripping, and with the shades in the way, too...
He hesitates but eventually decides to carry on with drying all that fluffy blond hair without dislodging Dave's aviators. Maybe once he's graduated to full on nonsensical rambling, Karkat will deem it safe, but not now.]
Okay. I can do that.
[Rub, rub, rub goes the towel against Dave's head. Karkat may or may not be using the opportunity to massage his moirail's scalp and neck, just because.]
Shooooosh. Do you want to try standing up next or should we take your shirt off instead? I can get you a fresh towel, too, so you won't be cold. Whatever you think you're ready for, okay?