[He'd assumed the worst when Dave slipped away from him (because of course he did, when does he not fuck up?), so while he's quick to welcome his moirail back, petting his hair and arranging the covers more comfortably around them both, it takes Karkat longer than it should to find his voice again. Dave is still here. Everything is fine. Completely. Fucking. Fine.
He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and tries to pretend that Dave couldn't completely destroy him with a word. Dave is here, Dave is safe, Dave isn't going anywhere. Calm down, for fuck's sake.]
Do you want me to read to you?
[The question is more careful than it needs to be, especially considering how many fucking hours they'd spent doing the same thing on the meteor, but Karkat is still feeling grossly uncertain about pretty much everything right now. With Dave settled on his chest, the world seems like it's starting to fall back into place again, but for as long as Dave is like this, unstable and in need of comfort, he can't lower his guard. He can't let Dave decline to that point ever again.
Maybe reading to him would be a good idea right now. All of his books are piled haphazardly around the other bed, but there might be one within reach that's suitably awful by Dave's standards to take his mind off of things. Fuck Karkat hopes Wart hasn't vanished somewhere so that he can ferry one over without either of them having to move; he is not leaving Dave right now.
... And, since that's decided—]
Because I'm going to fucking read to you. You said it was my choice, so that's what we're doing. Deal with it.
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He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and tries to pretend that Dave couldn't completely destroy him with a word. Dave is here, Dave is safe, Dave isn't going anywhere. Calm down, for fuck's sake.]
Do you want me to read to you?
[The question is more careful than it needs to be, especially considering how many fucking hours they'd spent doing the same thing on the meteor, but Karkat is still feeling grossly uncertain about pretty much everything right now. With Dave settled on his chest, the world seems like it's starting to fall back into place again, but for as long as Dave is like this, unstable and in need of comfort, he can't lower his guard. He can't let Dave decline to that point ever again.
Maybe reading to him would be a good idea right now. All of his books are piled haphazardly around the other bed, but there might be one within reach that's suitably awful by Dave's standards to take his mind off of things. Fuck Karkat hopes Wart hasn't vanished somewhere so that he can ferry one over without either of them having to move; he is not leaving Dave right now.
... And, since that's decided—]
Because I'm going to fucking read to you. You said it was my choice, so that's what we're doing. Deal with it.