[The acceptance is so far from what Karkat had been expecting that he flinches, then glances up. Dave is... god, and thanking him, like he's done anything deserving of thanks, what the fuck. He's too stunned to call out this aberrant behavior for what it is, much less try a "you're welcome," because that would be fucking normal, but there may be the start of a disbelieving smile on his face when Dave peeks back again. It's really okay? It's okay.
... Cool.
Fuck, did he actually just think—whatever, Dave told him to get under the covers so under the covers he'll get. Karkat is keenly aware of the dampness of his sweater, though, along with the fact that he should probably do something about that, so before actually getting into the bed, he quickly changes, too. Warm, dry pajamas for both of them. Good.
He's only just gotten around to pulling back the covers when Dave emerges again, and more easily this time, he looks over once more, his smile reappearing... and then fading because what in the name of that human red chimney asshole is Dave even talking about. Sorry? For... god. Fucking. Dammit.
Karkat sighs, drops his gaze to the fluffy red blanket he'd been not-fondling, and tries to ignore the twisting sensation in his repulsive human stomach. If Dave is still bringing it up, then he can't really dismiss it, can he? Even if he really fucking wants to.]
Tell me how any of that was your fault, Dave, and I'll listen. But... I mean, I guess I can understand why you'd think it was. Because you're stupid.
[... How was that not dismissing it again? Argh, he's always so fucking terrible at this. How can he stop Dave from blaming himself for something he had no control over?]
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... Cool.
Fuck, did he actually just think—whatever, Dave told him to get under the covers so under the covers he'll get. Karkat is keenly aware of the dampness of his sweater, though, along with the fact that he should probably do something about that, so before actually getting into the bed, he quickly changes, too. Warm, dry pajamas for both of them. Good.
He's only just gotten around to pulling back the covers when Dave emerges again, and more easily this time, he looks over once more, his smile reappearing... and then fading because what in the name of that human red chimney asshole is Dave even talking about. Sorry? For... god. Fucking. Dammit.
Karkat sighs, drops his gaze to the fluffy red blanket he'd been not-fondling, and tries to ignore the twisting sensation in his repulsive human stomach. If Dave is still bringing it up, then he can't really dismiss it, can he? Even if he really fucking wants to.]
Tell me how any of that was your fault, Dave, and I'll listen. But... I mean, I guess I can understand why you'd think it was. Because you're stupid.
[... How was that not dismissing it again? Argh, he's always so fucking terrible at this. How can he stop Dave from blaming himself for something he had no control over?]