[Dave's hands linger uselessly for a second after Karkat takes charge of hair-drying duty, but then he lowers them into his lap with a relieved, shuddering sigh. Okay, yes, Karkat is much better at this bodily coordination shit right now than he is, and also that feels nice, that feels...the press of hands and thumbs says come back, come back, but like he doesn't have to hold onto anything when he does, like he can just chill and let someone else handle him. All right. Karkat's got this.

He nods numbly, but a flicker of a frown creases between his eyebrows, because he realizes none of those were yes or no questions.]

Shirt. Y-yeah.

[Treated like this, his hair really is coming up fluffy, like someone put a duckling through a dryer cycle. Now that the sun's coming out again,, he's starting to develop pale freckles, too, almost unnoticeable, dusted over his cheekbones and the back of his neck.

He touches his shirt idly, then looks down at it, bemused, and pulls the wet fabric slowly away from his skin.]

Was, was I in here long...just waiting t-till the water warmed up, would've been r-right out, promise...

[A soft sound by the door--Wart's placed two more towels and a change of clothes just outside before retreating.]