[Karkat shrugs minutely and snuggles closer, appeased enough by the petting that he just might not eh fuck it.]

Like I give a fuck what chemical composition any of your anatomy has. But fine, the next time I insinuate I've seen behemoth leavings with a harder consistency than your cranium, I'll remember it.

[Asshole. He'd be so easy to hate if he weren't so fucking pitiable, which is really not the issue right now. Karkat just doesn't want to... ugh. It would be hypocritical beyond belief if he kept his mouth shut now, wouldn't it?

He tries to focus on the rise and fall of Dave's chest beneath his head, the way his voice resonates through his thin frame. Fuck, is he eating enough? Or argh stop getting distracted.]

... Sorry for freaking out at you. And trying to leave.