[The refrain is familiar; the speaker is not. The speaker is also wrong, but Karkat can't muster the words needed to contradict him, forced instead to rely on shaking his head furiously and pressing closer, his bloodpusher plummeting. It's not Dave's fault, it could never be Dave's fault, not when it's something like this. If anyone's to blame, it's Dave's goddamn lusus for fucking him up this badly in the first place, then Dirk for setting him off, then...]
Sh-shoosh.
[It's not as loud as Karkat would like, but he makes up for it with sheer vehemence. Shoosh, damn you, no freaking out at the same time he's freaking out, they need to fucking coordinate, draw up some schedules, something, do all moirails have this problem? He hadn't with Gamzee, but then Gamzee was a self-absorbed, sanctimonious sack of shit and Karkat wasn't half as pale for him as he is for Dave now. If Dave needs him to, he'll put his fucking panic attack on hold and tend to him. Any second now. Just put that sucker off until Dave's shit is dealt with and then he can go back to blubbering uselessly. Yeah.
Karkat waits, but the only thing that changes from one moment to the next is the introduction of a high-pitched whine coming from somewhere in his bellow matrix. Fucking—fuck, shit, fuck, he didn't even know humans could make that noise, how the hell is it supposed to reassure Dave of anything? Answer: it won't and can't. How can someone as wonderful as Dave think he's the fuck-up when he has Karkat to compare himself to?
He cuts off the sound as quickly as he can, tries and fails to stifle another hiccuping sob, and tries to relax his death grip on Dave into something gentler, more calming, something to cradle this enormous wiggler before he can seriously damage himself again. Shooooooooooosh, he's got you. His sanity may be hanging by a thread, but he's not going anywhere.]
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Sh-shoosh.
[It's not as loud as Karkat would like, but he makes up for it with sheer vehemence. Shoosh, damn you, no freaking out at the same time he's freaking out, they need to fucking coordinate, draw up some schedules, something, do all moirails have this problem? He hadn't with Gamzee, but then Gamzee was a self-absorbed, sanctimonious sack of shit and Karkat wasn't half as pale for him as he is for Dave now. If Dave needs him to, he'll put his fucking panic attack on hold and tend to him. Any second now. Just put that sucker off until Dave's shit is dealt with and then he can go back to blubbering uselessly. Yeah.
Karkat waits, but the only thing that changes from one moment to the next is the introduction of a high-pitched whine coming from somewhere in his bellow matrix. Fucking—fuck, shit, fuck, he didn't even know humans could make that noise, how the hell is it supposed to reassure Dave of anything? Answer: it won't and can't. How can someone as wonderful as Dave think he's the fuck-up when he has Karkat to compare himself to?
He cuts off the sound as quickly as he can, tries and fails to stifle another hiccuping sob, and tries to relax his death grip on Dave into something gentler, more calming, something to cradle this enormous wiggler before he can seriously damage himself again. Shooooooooooosh, he's got you. His sanity may be hanging by a thread, but he's not going anywhere.]