[Ahhh, shit damn, he recognizes this. His hands come up automatically to hold the towel, but he's hardly aware of it. It's Karkat he's watching, Karkat who needs him to jury-rig some kind of makeshift normalcy before everyone here loses all their shit at once.]
I'm okay.
[He remembers how to move his hand. Reaches for Karkat's, takes it in his trembling fingers, moves it up so he can press his cheek into it, the warmth of his palm. His gaze flicks back up to Karkat's face, even if it's hard to see from behind his wet glasses.]
I'm stupid, but I'm okay. Y-you can't drown in the shower.
[Probably? Probably. Well, maybe if someone tried really hard. Also, an adult human would have to be submerged in ice water for thirty minutes or more to develop even mild hypothermia, so Dave's probably fine on that count, too.
He starts to lift his other hand, but it hesitates midway between them. Dave frowns, slightly, lips parted as if he's about to say something, and then he tips his head down, brings his hand up to his own face.
He takes his glasses off himself because he can't freaking see through them, fumbles them with a little clatter into the tub, leaves them there. No, he's got to focus on Karkat, on taking his face in both hands and guiding him carefully to Dave's shoulder, to wrapping damp arms around him because the last thing he ever wants is for Karkat to be upset and alone.]
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I'm okay.
[He remembers how to move his hand. Reaches for Karkat's, takes it in his trembling fingers, moves it up so he can press his cheek into it, the warmth of his palm. His gaze flicks back up to Karkat's face, even if it's hard to see from behind his wet glasses.]
I'm stupid, but I'm okay. Y-you can't drown in the shower.
[Probably? Probably. Well, maybe if someone tried really hard. Also, an adult human would have to be submerged in ice water for thirty minutes or more to develop even mild hypothermia, so Dave's probably fine on that count, too.
He starts to lift his other hand, but it hesitates midway between them. Dave frowns, slightly, lips parted as if he's about to say something, and then he tips his head down, brings his hand up to his own face.
He takes his glasses off himself because he can't freaking see through them, fumbles them with a little clatter into the tub, leaves them there. No, he's got to focus on Karkat, on taking his face in both hands and guiding him carefully to Dave's shoulder, to wrapping damp arms around him because the last thing he ever wants is for Karkat to be upset and alone.]
Karkat, you're crying...