[After everything Dave had said, all those stupidly sweet, wonderful things that had made his bloodpusher swell in his thoracic cavity, Karkat wishes he could laugh at him, but he just clings when Dave mentions moving, however indirectly. Anything that means being separated from his better half sounds like a fucking horrible idea, frankly, even if Dave peeing his pants is a valid concern. Just... not yet.
Time passes. Karkat has no idea how much, but it's just enough for his guilt over keeping Dave uncomfortably cold and damp and needing to use the load gaper to reach its peak. Fuck, what is wrong with his priorities today? Every day. Whatever. They can cuddle more once Dave is dry and bundled up in his blanket. All the blankets. Maybe Karkat should go and buy him some more, too, except that would mean leaving so never mind.
Heaving a sigh, Karkat lifts his head and begins wiping at his eyes. The least he can do is fucking pretend to have his shit together until Dave's feeling better. Neither of them are stupid enough to buy it, but maybe he'll develop something resembling actual competence in the process. Haha, no.]
C-come on.
[Oh god, he's already failing. He sniffs and tries again.]
Up? Up, Dave. Uh, do you... sh-should I leave the room while you, you know...
[While he gets naked and relieves himself, fuck, how hard should that be to say? Not hard at all. Moirails aren't supposed to care about being nude in each other's presence; there is literally no reason for him to be flustered.
He tries taking a deep breath, falters halfway through, and tries again, trembling only a little this time. He still hasn't quite let Dave go, and it's beginning to occur to him that he probably should.]
I'm going to stand up, okay? You can stand with me, or—or I guess I can help you if you need it
[Assuming he can stand up unaided, but he wasn't the one fucking freezing his ass off in the ablution trap for an age and a half, so he can just deal with it.
Rubbing at his face one last time, Karkat releases Dave from the hug and starts to rise.]
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Time passes. Karkat has no idea how much, but it's just enough for his guilt over keeping Dave uncomfortably cold and damp and needing to use the load gaper to reach its peak. Fuck, what is wrong with his priorities today? Every day. Whatever. They can cuddle more once Dave is dry and bundled up in his blanket. All the blankets. Maybe Karkat should go and buy him some more, too, except that would mean leaving so never mind.
Heaving a sigh, Karkat lifts his head and begins wiping at his eyes. The least he can do is fucking pretend to have his shit together until Dave's feeling better. Neither of them are stupid enough to buy it, but maybe he'll develop something resembling actual competence in the process. Haha, no.]
C-come on.
[Oh god, he's already failing. He sniffs and tries again.]
Up? Up, Dave. Uh, do you... sh-should I leave the room while you, you know...
[While he gets naked and relieves himself, fuck, how hard should that be to say? Not hard at all. Moirails aren't supposed to care about being nude in each other's presence; there is literally no reason for him to be flustered.
He tries taking a deep breath, falters halfway through, and tries again, trembling only a little this time. He still hasn't quite let Dave go, and it's beginning to occur to him that he probably should.]
I'm going to stand up, okay? You can stand with me, or—or I guess I can help you if you need it
[Assuming he can stand up unaided, but he wasn't the one fucking freezing his ass off in the ablution trap for an age and a half, so he can just deal with it.
Rubbing at his face one last time, Karkat releases Dave from the hug and starts to rise.]