[The longer Dave goes without giving a response that Karkat can actually fucking hear, why do you always mumble you dickpimple, the more self-conscious he gets. Maybe it's a stupid idea, wanting to go out with his moirail, but they both really fucking need a moment to relax and just be together while not crying all over each other. Sharing space in a hotel room doesn't count, even if it's great in other ways.
... but Dave says yes, so maybe he shouldn't have worried. Doesn't mean he's not letting out a not-quite-imperceptible sigh of relief, though, or fighting back a grin wide enough to make his fucking face hurt. Argh, this is so uncool.]
Okay. Yeah, we can do that.
[Is that his voice? Since does he sound so—so bright and cheerful? Oh god, the smile is getting bigger and he can't stop it, this is the worst thing that has ever happened to him.
He turns his head quickly away until he can get the damn thing under control and continues talking in what is probably the saddest excuse for a "normal" tone of voice in all of paradox space. He actually will smother Dave if he points this out, do not test him.]
Then, uh. Breakfast dinner. Tomorrow. Yeah.
[He glances back again and, after a slight pause, reaches over to brush Dave's hair away from his forehead.]
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... but Dave says yes, so maybe he shouldn't have worried. Doesn't mean he's not letting out a not-quite-imperceptible sigh of relief, though, or fighting back a grin wide enough to make his fucking face hurt. Argh, this is so uncool.]
Okay. Yeah, we can do that.
[Is that his voice? Since does he sound so—so bright and cheerful? Oh god, the smile is getting bigger and he can't stop it, this is the worst thing that has ever happened to him.
He turns his head quickly away until he can get the damn thing under control and continues talking in what is probably the saddest excuse for a "normal" tone of voice in all of paradox space. He actually will smother Dave if he points this out, do not test him.]
Then, uh. Breakfast dinner. Tomorrow. Yeah.
[He glances back again and, after a slight pause, reaches over to brush Dave's hair away from his forehead.]
Get some sleep. You need it.