[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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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.]