[Karkat's lucky Dave doesn't snort and launch sadness snot all over the back of his shirt. Instead he sniffs and makes a face that Karkat can't see.]
Oh, what? Ew. No. Gross.
[Dave Strider: will eat actual garbage, pooh-poohs anything remotely healthy for him. Congratulations on your friend, Karkat, he's a winner.]
I'll just carry on until I'm too exhausted to maintain open see portals anymore and drop unconscious, because that's obviously the strategy of an okay and rational person and has been working phenomenally for me for the past third of a year. No cow secretions necessary.
[Considering Equius, Karkat can't really hold it against him, but there's no reason to point that out. Maybe if Dave weren't still so plainly not okay, they could spend some time discussing the evils of dairy, but if this douchewagon is going to make stupid fucking jokes like that, it can wait.
He finally lifts his head and pulls away little—not enough to actually separate them, but enough that he can get a good look at him. The damn shades are in the way and probably never won't be, but it's something.]
Dave. You have to sleep. You're already a fucking wreck, someone else is going to notice eventually.
[Like, for instance, Jade. Or Penny. Or those other girls, whatever the fuck their names are, he's been avoiding them. It would be an actual brotrayal if Karkat told them that Dave wasn't sleeping, but Dave letting it slip himself? That can totally happen.]
[Dave starts to make another sour face, but You're already a fucking wreck stops him. His throat tightens and he has to swallow around it, but after a moment, he nods. Accepts it. Rubs the back of his hand over his drying eyes again, nudges his shades back into place when they threaten to fall.]
Jade probably already did.
[But, unlike some people he won't name, Karkat, she actually respects his privacy??? IMAGINE.]
Listen. I know I need to sleep, and you know I need to sleep, but the fact stands that I don't really know how to do that right now. And if I try working out like this I probably will pass the fuck out, and I don't think that's gonna help anybody, medically speaking.
[... Oh god. Does he have to look so defeated, it's. How is this not. ARGH.
Karkat forces his gaze away and, because he cannot do this anymore, peels himself off of Dave completely. No more hugging. None. He has to fucking stop, this is just embarrassing by this point. Why did he think this was a good idea?]
Are you sure about that? I mean, not the working out part, but do you think you might feel tired enough now? Usually if—you know, after this sort of thing...
[He gestures vaguely between them then drops his hand into his lap. If he has to be more explicit about any of this, it's fucking over, he just knows it is.]
[After such a long hug, Dave feels weirdly cold after Karkat lets go, so he pulls his knees up to his chest again and links his arms around them, and...
Really.
Really, Karkat.
Dave looks at him for a couple seconds, closes his eyes for two more, and then endeavors to look the most put upon.]
You. Are the one who woke me up in the first place.
Hey, fuckstain, if you hadn't been such an evasive tool about all of this and, you know, actually talked to me like I told you to, then I wouldn't have had to!
[Y e s, he is dealing with the situation masterfully. Not.
He pushes himself up creakily to his feet, holding out a hand for Dave once he's fully upright. It has less to do with actually moving than getting this worthless human out of that... really, really, really pathetic-looking pose, but he won't say that ever. Just no.]
[He stares at the hand for a moment, then tips like an egg onto his side in his curled-up position, presses his hands over his face, and muffles a very long, very frustrated groan into his hands.
Why does he have the most aggravating friends in two universes.
But okay, yes, fine, up. He lifts his hand and waves it around without looking until it smacks into Karkat's entirely by chance, and then lets Karkat help him up. It's less for actual muscle than just balance, because while Karkat is a 5'6" ball of rage, Dave is a 5'10" noodle (and growing), but he's tottery on his feet, and it helps.
Dave mumbles something into his sleeve that could be "thanks" but could also be "fuck you" and stumbles towards his bed.]
[If Dave weren't being such a melodramatic wiggler, Karkat might have felt the tiniest bit remorseful for tearing him away from his precious rest. Maybe. As things are, he's rolling his damn eyes as he "helps" Dave stagger back to his bed (it isn't hovering, shut up). Fortunately for both of them, he doesn't stick around long enough to "help" with the next stage; instead, he's off to the ablutionblock.]
I'll be right back. Lie down before you hurt yourself.
[If Dave is listening, he may hear a quiet clink and the distinct sounds of a turning fluid flow manipulation device and a filling cylindrical beverage container before Karkat returns. And... you know what, fuck it, he's holding a glass of water and a box of tissues, both of which he sets down on the nightstand.]
[Dave is currently flopped like a de-boned fish face-down on top of the covers, so tired in general and drained after Karkat woke him up and made him cry that his brain feels all an almost pleasant fuzzy static blankness, but the noise of glass against the surface of the nightstand makes him turn his head. From there, he glances up at Karkat, then drags himself up into a sitting position, shakes his head, takes the glass.]
Nah.
[He's good, he thinks. He drinks the water, doing his level best not to look at Karkat at risk of wondering why, exactly, he's doing all this for him, besides broship, obviously, and the mutual understanding of being in the same floating maritime vessel.
...No, he should probably say something. Apparently people can't get along on just silent suggestion alone. He looks down at the glass in his hands and tries to think of the words.]
Karkat? Um...
Thanks. [Yes, that seems right. Dave nods. He's so tired.] Thanks, bro.
[He says it as normally as he can, which isn't very, and gives a dismissive shrug. All in a planetary axial rotation's monetarily compensated labor.]
Sleep well, bro. I'll get the light.
[He spares one last glance at Dave, frowns, and nudges a certain Pokéball a bit closer before turning to leave, making certain to flip the illumination modulation switch as he goes.]
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Oh, what? Ew. No. Gross.
[Dave Strider: will eat actual garbage, pooh-poohs anything remotely healthy for him. Congratulations on your friend, Karkat, he's a winner.]
I'll just carry on until I'm too exhausted to maintain open see portals anymore and drop unconscious, because that's obviously the strategy of an okay and rational person and has been working phenomenally for me for the past third of a year. No cow secretions necessary.
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He finally lifts his head and pulls away little—not enough to actually separate them, but enough that he can get a good look at him. The damn shades are in the way and probably never won't be, but it's something.]
Dave. You have to sleep. You're already a fucking wreck, someone else is going to notice eventually.
[Like, for instance, Jade. Or Penny. Or those other girls, whatever the fuck their names are, he's been avoiding them. It would be an actual brotrayal if Karkat told them that Dave wasn't sleeping, but Dave letting it slip himself? That can totally happen.]
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Jade probably already did.
[But, unlike some people he won't name, Karkat, she actually respects his privacy??? IMAGINE.]
Listen. I know I need to sleep, and you know I need to sleep, but the fact stands that I don't really know how to do that right now. And if I try working out like this I probably will pass the fuck out, and I don't think that's gonna help anybody, medically speaking.
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Karkat forces his gaze away and, because he cannot do this anymore, peels himself off of Dave completely. No more hugging. None. He has to fucking stop, this is just embarrassing by this point. Why did he think this was a good idea?]
Are you sure about that? I mean, not the working out part, but do you think you might feel tired enough now? Usually if—you know, after this sort of thing...
[He gestures vaguely between them then drops his hand into his lap. If he has to be more explicit about any of this, it's fucking over, he just knows it is.]
You should try again.
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Really.
Really, Karkat.
Dave looks at him for a couple seconds, closes his eyes for two more, and then endeavors to look the most put upon.]
You. Are the one who woke me up in the first place.
[THE MOST PUT UPON.]
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Hey, fuckstain, if you hadn't been such an evasive tool about all of this and, you know, actually talked to me like I told you to, then I wouldn't have had to!
[Y e s, he is dealing with the situation masterfully. Not.
He pushes himself up creakily to his feet, holding out a hand for Dave once he's fully upright. It has less to do with actually moving than getting this worthless human out of that... really, really, really pathetic-looking pose, but he won't say that ever. Just no.]
Come on, time to get up.
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Why does he have the most aggravating friends in two universes.
But okay, yes, fine, up. He lifts his hand and waves it around without looking until it smacks into Karkat's entirely by chance, and then lets Karkat help him up. It's less for actual muscle than just balance, because while Karkat is a 5'6" ball of rage, Dave is a 5'10" noodle (and growing), but he's tottery on his feet, and it helps.
Dave mumbles something into his sleeve that could be "thanks" but could also be "fuck you" and stumbles towards his bed.]
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I'll be right back. Lie down before you hurt yourself.
[If Dave is listening, he may hear a quiet clink and the distinct sounds of a turning fluid flow manipulation device and a filling cylindrical beverage container before Karkat returns. And... you know what, fuck it, he's holding a glass of water and a box of tissues, both of which he sets down on the nightstand.]
There. Do you, uh, need anything else?
[FUCK]
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Nah.
[He's good, he thinks. He drinks the water, doing his level best not to look at Karkat at risk of wondering why, exactly, he's doing all this for him, besides broship, obviously, and the mutual understanding of being in the same floating maritime vessel.
...No, he should probably say something. Apparently people can't get along on just silent suggestion alone. He looks down at the glass in his hands and tries to think of the words.]
Karkat? Um...
Thanks. [Yes, that seems right. Dave nods. He's so tired.] Thanks, bro.
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Yeah.
[He says it as normally as he can, which isn't very, and gives a dismissive shrug. All in a planetary axial rotation's monetarily compensated labor.]
Sleep well, bro. I'll get the light.
[He spares one last glance at Dave, frowns, and nudges a certain Pokéball a bit closer before turning to leave, making certain to flip the
illumination modulationswitch as he goes.]