[Dismissive or not, that happens to be the magic combination to get Dave both to look at Karkat and to shut his mouth, to eschew arguing his point. How do you protest "Because you're stupid," said in such a matter-of-fact tone? Like, words like that, they just feel normal. It's good. Like Dave's not irreparably broken, like this is all merely some facet of some incontrovertible Dave-ness that Karkat knew about when he signed up for this, even though Dave knows that can't be right, who the fuck would agree to the maggot-ridden horseshit of the last half hour?
He stays still for a second, as if an answer will strike him, but then just crawls into the bed with a little huff, lies on his stomach and pulls the covers all the way up to his ears.]
Well, it wasn't your fault, either.
[That much is fucking true. He doesn't like Karkat trying to blame himself for not being there, refusing to let Dave take responsibility for his own fucked-upness. Like...like Dave is some kind of natural disaster that can be measured and gauged and prepared for but can't control itself. Like Bro messed him up so badly as a kid he'll never be able to manage his own feelings like an adult, like all he'll ever be is the result of what Bro did to him.
Fuck. Bro.]
...Or--or Dirk's. [The name feels downright wrong to say aloud, and Dave cringes a little without realizing it, like he could somehow get away from the sounds of his own mouth. He clears his throat, though his voice remains at about half-volume.] He didn't do anything.
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He stays still for a second, as if an answer will strike him, but then just crawls into the bed with a little huff, lies on his stomach and pulls the covers all the way up to his ears.]
Well, it wasn't your fault, either.
[That much is fucking true. He doesn't like Karkat trying to blame himself for not being there, refusing to let Dave take responsibility for his own fucked-upness. Like...like Dave is some kind of natural disaster that can be measured and gauged and prepared for but can't control itself. Like Bro messed him up so badly as a kid he'll never be able to manage his own feelings like an adult, like all he'll ever be is the result of what Bro did to him.
Fuck. Bro.]
...Or--or Dirk's. [The name feels downright wrong to say aloud, and Dave cringes a little without realizing it, like he could somehow get away from the sounds of his own mouth. He clears his throat, though his voice remains at about half-volume.] He didn't do anything.