But whatever. This whole goddamn mess can't really get any worse--knock on fuckin' wood--and it's not like Dave can do anything about it right now, he is all hells of getting his weep on. Awesome. He can't wait to be a useless sack of shit all day and fall down all this snot. Like a Slip 'n' Slide of utter weaksauce bullshit.
He buries his face in Karkat's shoulder, not rocking anymore, just crying. Even if his noises aren't as notably distressing as Karkat's, they won't stop, he can't stop. Even when he traps them behind his teeth and muffles them into Karkat's shirt they just come out like nnnnhh-hnh-hnh-hnh which is almost as cartoonishly stupid-sounding as boo-hoo-hoo or wehhh.
Dave is half-naked in a bathtub and wet and sniveling and he made Karkat cry, and he sucks.]
I'm sorry...
[He wants to curl up at the bottom of the bathtub and never come out again, but that would super not address the problem. Any of the problems. Dave doesn't even know where to start, there's just too much. Everything happens too much.
He'd want to go home, if home ever made fucking sense for Dave to want. If there were anywhere safer and warmer and better than a cold bathtub where Karkat had him.
He finally shooshes, as much as he can shoosh, all weak hiccupy sounds that he can't even try to rein in. Dave can't deal with Dirk and Bro and being here and failing Rose and Terezi and everyone dying and not being able to save one person even once. Fuck everything, he never even had a handle to pirouette from, he can't juggle these knives without fumbling them so he's just gonna drop them all and sit there and bawl.
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But whatever. This whole goddamn mess can't really get any worse--knock on fuckin' wood--and it's not like Dave can do anything about it right now, he is all hells of getting his weep on. Awesome. He can't wait to be a useless sack of shit all day and fall down all this snot. Like a Slip 'n' Slide of utter weaksauce bullshit.
He buries his face in Karkat's shoulder, not rocking anymore, just crying. Even if his noises aren't as notably distressing as Karkat's, they won't stop, he can't stop. Even when he traps them behind his teeth and muffles them into Karkat's shirt they just come out like nnnnhh-hnh-hnh-hnh which is almost as cartoonishly stupid-sounding as boo-hoo-hoo or wehhh.
Dave is half-naked in a bathtub and wet and sniveling and he made Karkat cry, and he sucks.]
I'm sorry...
[He wants to curl up at the bottom of the bathtub and never come out again, but that would super not address the problem. Any of the problems. Dave doesn't even know where to start, there's just too much. Everything happens too much.
He'd want to go home, if home ever made fucking sense for Dave to want. If there were anywhere safer and warmer and better than a cold bathtub where Karkat had him.
He finally shooshes, as much as he can shoosh, all weak hiccupy sounds that he can't even try to rein in. Dave can't deal with Dirk and Bro and being here and failing Rose and Terezi and everyone dying and not being able to save one person even once. Fuck everything, he never even had a handle to pirouette from, he can't juggle these knives without fumbling them so he's just gonna drop them all and sit there and bawl.
Inasmuch as Dave ever bawls, but.]