[... All right, maybe not such a brief hug. Karkat shouldn't read too much into the gesture, he knows, but for Dave to hand over his sunglasses like that, relinquish them when he's feeling this vulnerable—that means something, all right? Or... maybe he just wants it to. Fuck if he can tell the difference anymore.
He sniffs as discreetly as he can (he's not crying again, he's not), ruffles Dave's hair even more, then pulls reluctantly away. The door will be open. It's fine. Dave is just going to relieve himself, get dressed, and then join him. He isn't going anywhere.]
Got it. I'll... see you soon.
[Fuck was that unnecessary. Karkat can't bring himself to care as he finally makes his way out of the ablutionblock, though, inching the door just shut enough behind him to preserve Dave's human modesty. Now, about that juice...
Resisting the urge to glance over his shoulder, he shuffles over to Dave's bed and crouches down to retrieve a bottle. He's not sure how appropriate it is to initiate any sort of conversation at this point, but—]
Did you... should I get Missy Elliott for you? Or, uh...
[He trails off self-consciously, and in a fit of nerves, he grabs a second bottle of apple juice. He won't open it, but maybe Dave will wind up wanting two, who fucking knows. The options is there.]
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He sniffs as discreetly as he can (he's not crying again, he's not), ruffles Dave's hair even more, then pulls reluctantly away. The door will be open. It's fine. Dave is just going to relieve himself, get dressed, and then join him. He isn't going anywhere.]
Got it. I'll... see you soon.
[Fuck was that unnecessary. Karkat can't bring himself to care as he finally makes his way out of the ablutionblock, though, inching the door just shut enough behind him to preserve Dave's human modesty. Now, about that juice...
Resisting the urge to glance over his shoulder, he shuffles over to Dave's bed and crouches down to retrieve a bottle. He's not sure how appropriate it is to initiate any sort of conversation at this point, but—]
Did you... should I get Missy Elliott for you? Or, uh...
[He trails off self-consciously, and in a fit of nerves, he grabs a second bottle of apple juice. He won't open it, but maybe Dave will wind up wanting two, who fucking knows. The options is there.]