[Karkat falters, then abandons his task completely, his arms snaking back around Dave's shoulders instead because fuck this, fuck everything, how could he have let things reach this point? If he'd just insisted on seeing Dave sooner, or better yet not left him alone for any length of time at all, then maybe—maybe he wouldn't be like this, in this state. Or, if he was, at least he wouldn't be freezing, soaking wet, and possibly developing human hypothermia, however the fuck human hypothermia even works, Karkat doesn't know, he is the worst moirail, he's fucking useless, he should have KNOWN—
A muffled sob forces its way past the lump in his squawk blister, and hastily, he unwraps his arms from his moirail again and tugs the towel off with them, hoping to distract him. As far gone as Dave seems, who even knows if it's necessary, but either way, this is so not the fucking time to cry all over his moirail and not help.]
T-twenty minutes. [Not that he'd been staring at the clock that whole time. He'd checked the one on his PokéGear, too.] Dave, you didn't even turn on the hot water.
[His tone is gently chiding, or trying to be, but his voice is as unsteady as the hands helping Dave pull his shirt off. Fuck, he should have grabbed that second towel by now, what is wrong with him?]
Hey, can you manage? I, I think I heard Wart, so.
[Doing something helpful, probably, who knows what. Karkat would look, but his vision is kind of blurry right now for reasons. God, keep it together, Dave still needs taking care of, try not being worthless for once in your fucking life.]
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A muffled sob forces its way past the lump in his squawk blister, and hastily, he unwraps his arms from his moirail again and tugs the towel off with them, hoping to distract him. As far gone as Dave seems, who even knows if it's necessary, but either way, this is so not the fucking time to cry all over his moirail and not help.]
T-twenty minutes. [Not that he'd been staring at the clock that whole time. He'd checked the one on his PokéGear, too.] Dave, you didn't even turn on the hot water.
[His tone is gently chiding, or trying to be, but his voice is as unsteady as the hands helping Dave pull his shirt off. Fuck, he should have grabbed that second towel by now, what is wrong with him?]
Hey, can you manage? I, I think I heard Wart, so.
[Doing something helpful, probably, who knows what. Karkat would look, but his vision is kind of blurry right now for reasons. God, keep it together, Dave still needs taking care of, try not being worthless for once in your fucking life.]