[—He would have turned around or something, what the fuck, Dave, he is fully aware of your human hangups about stupid bullshit! Mostly. Kind of. Either way, he makes no secret of his concern as he hovers over Dave, waiting as he sits on the tub, discards his pants, etc., etc., etc. Should he be moving this slowly? Has he warmed up at all? Karkat would like to think that his movements seem less stiff than they were earlier, that maybe the hugging and petting had done some good, but he honestly can't tell. Dave had moved so little before that he has no frame of reference at all. And now...]
I'll take care of it. Shoosh.
[Seriously why is he fretting over this minutiae anyway? Leave it to the people who're more equipped to handle such bullshit, i.e., the troll who is damn well going to take care of Dave if it's the last thing he does. He's calm now, it can happen. He is so fucking ready.
He backs up a little to give Dave room, hesitates, then steps back in to give Dave a brief hug, kiss his temple, and shut up, okay, this counts as helping. He still doesn't want to be separated from his moirail, all right? That's all.]
Will you... I mean, do you need anything else? Anything.
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I'll take care of it. Shoosh.
[Seriously why is he fretting over this minutiae anyway? Leave it to the people who're more equipped to handle such bullshit, i.e., the troll who is damn well going to take care of Dave if it's the last thing he does. He's calm now, it can happen. He is so fucking ready.
He backs up a little to give Dave room, hesitates, then steps back in to give Dave a brief hug, kiss his temple, and shut up, okay, this counts as helping. He still doesn't want to be separated from his moirail, all right? That's all.]
Will you... I mean, do you need anything else? Anything.
[Let him help. Please.]