Aw, shit, he's probably freaking the hell out. I should...
[Dave glances back at the door, and more leaks out: concern, a tightening of the chest, the memory of Karkat tucked warm and safe under his chin, he can't be crying, protective and belonging-feelings.
He hovers on the verge of running off to look for him, then looks back at Dirk, at the utter oddity of those neutral expressions on Karkat's face. He doesn't think Karkat's ever looked neutral in his life.]
...Are you okay? Waking up all Vantasfied, I mean.
[Hesitance/concern/curiosity again, the worry for Karkat a constant background rhythm, like a pulse, but not the only thing on his mind; an inadvertent little push to see if the door's cracked, if he can really see that this poor guy (brother-notbrother, fucked up like him) is all right, displaced like this.]
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[Dave glances back at the door, and more leaks out: concern, a tightening of the chest, the memory of Karkat tucked warm and safe under his chin, he can't be crying, protective and belonging-feelings.
He hovers on the verge of running off to look for him, then looks back at Dirk, at the utter oddity of those neutral expressions on Karkat's face. He doesn't think Karkat's ever looked neutral in his life.]
...Are you okay? Waking up all Vantasfied, I mean.
[Hesitance/concern/curiosity again, the worry for Karkat a constant background rhythm, like a pulse, but not the only thing on his mind; an inadvertent little push to see if the door's cracked, if he can really see that this poor guy (brother-notbrother, fucked up like him) is all right, displaced like this.]