[He's unsteady as he rises to go and see whatever Wart was up to, but after pausing a moment with his back to Dave and and his glance nuggets on the floor, he finds it within himself to walk... sort of in a straight line to the pile left behind. Those are... more towels, right? And—
He wipes furiously at his eyes, then rolls up his sleeves. There's not quite enough water on him to ruin Wart's work, but like fuck is he taking any chances when he's already screwed up everything else.]
I know. It's just water.
[Ha. Hahaha. Oh, god, he can't start laughing now, this is the bad laughter, the kind that'll only make the tears worse. He can't scare Dave. He doesn't want to.
Karkat lingers near the doorway for a second to try and calm himself, then turns and heads back. His face has already crumpled and he knows it has, there's barely anything holding him together now, but he has to get these fucking towels to Dave and put the clothes somewhere they'll stay dry until Dave can change into them and—]
It's—just water. J-just water and, haha, twenty fucking minutes of basically drowning yourself. Yeah, that's normal! That's perfectly fucking healthy, I always recommend sitting in the ablution trap while it spews frigid piss water at you when you're having a fucking breakdown! Isn't that what you're supposed to do?!
[He barely remembers where he wound up dropping the clothes, only that they're safely out of the way, and he's still clutching the towels way too tightly to himself as collapses next to Dave again but fuck it, whatever, it isn't hard to unfold one and drape it around his moirail, keep him warm, keep him safe, like moirails are supposed to do.
He's supposed to keep Dave safe. Dave is a danger to himself, Dave isn't safe, and where the fuck was Karkat when he was hurting? Dave isn't supposed to get hurt, goddammit, this should never have fucking happened!]
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He wipes furiously at his eyes, then rolls up his sleeves. There's not quite enough water on him to ruin Wart's work, but like fuck is he taking any chances when he's already screwed up everything else.]
I know. It's just water.
[Ha. Hahaha. Oh, god, he can't start laughing now, this is the bad laughter, the kind that'll only make the tears worse. He can't scare Dave. He doesn't want to.
Karkat lingers near the doorway for a second to try and calm himself, then turns and heads back. His face has already crumpled and he knows it has, there's barely anything holding him together now, but he has to get these fucking towels to Dave and put the clothes somewhere they'll stay dry until Dave can change into them and—]
It's—just water. J-just water and, haha, twenty fucking minutes of basically drowning yourself. Yeah, that's normal! That's perfectly fucking healthy, I always recommend sitting in the ablution trap while it spews frigid piss water at you when you're having a fucking breakdown! Isn't that what you're supposed to do?!
[He barely remembers where he wound up dropping the clothes, only that they're safely out of the way, and he's still clutching the towels way too tightly to himself as collapses next to Dave again but fuck it, whatever, it isn't hard to unfold one and drape it around his moirail, keep him warm, keep him safe, like moirails are supposed to do.
He's supposed to keep Dave safe. Dave is a danger to himself, Dave isn't safe, and where the fuck was Karkat when he was hurting? Dave isn't supposed to get hurt, goddammit, this should never have fucking happened!]