[He's not sure why it takes until Karkat starts crying for him to get it, but when he does, Dave finds himself sinking nervelessly to the ground with relief. Probably not the right reaction to have when his bro--his moirail--is standing there sobbing and spewing forth nonsense from his face, but, fuck.
He's not leaving. He doesn't want to.
Dave will take broken-hearted weeping over that. At least broken-hearted weeping's let him know what the problem actually is. At least broken-hearted weeping's almost familiar at this point--which sucks and is wrong, so wrong, but it's not leaving.
Dave will take a lot of things over leaving. Dave will die a thousand times before he lets Karkat go off alone.
Eyes closed, he tips his head back against the door with a muted bump, and his voice comes out soft and aching.]
God, you're so dumb.
[He is the palemeister.
He pats the floor next to him blindly, then, eyes still shut, holds his arms out like a kid asking to be picked up. Except there's no way Karkat can lift his long noodle ass, so...?]
C'mere. Sit. I'm not letting you go anywhere like this, Jesus. Do not pass Go, use my shirt as a tissue, I don't care. If you try to open the door over my head I will fucking haul you back by your ankles, don't test me, bro.
[Ah. It seems he is requesting hug time right here on the hotel room floor. Get down here, Karkat, he's tired and he can't keep playing this fourth of the YMCA forever. He opens his eyes, gentle now.]
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He's not leaving. He doesn't want to.
Dave will take broken-hearted weeping over that. At least broken-hearted weeping's let him know what the problem actually is. At least broken-hearted weeping's almost familiar at this point--which sucks and is wrong, so wrong, but it's not leaving.
Dave will take a lot of things over leaving. Dave will die a thousand times before he lets Karkat go off alone.
Eyes closed, he tips his head back against the door with a muted bump, and his voice comes out soft and aching.]
God, you're so dumb.
[He is the palemeister.
He pats the floor next to him blindly, then, eyes still shut, holds his arms out like a kid asking to be picked up. Except there's no way Karkat can lift his long noodle ass, so...?]
C'mere. Sit. I'm not letting you go anywhere like this, Jesus. Do not pass Go, use my shirt as a tissue, I don't care. If you try to open the door over my head I will fucking haul you back by your ankles, don't test me, bro.
[Ah. It seems he is requesting hug time right here on the hotel room floor. Get down here, Karkat, he's tired and he can't keep playing this fourth of the YMCA forever. He opens his eyes, gentle now.]
Come here.