[ he puffs out a sigh when he's done, leaning back. automatically, he reaches out with intent of absently stroking gamzee's face, but pauses with his hand halfway there, the other awkwardly hovering over gamzee's bandages.
something still feels off to karkat. he swallows nervously, wondering what to say. i'm sorry again would just be repetitive and empty. there is something meaningful he can say. it's not just meaningful, however. it's also terrifying.
he is uncharacteristically silent for several minutes, with a few false starts, before he abruptly launches into speech. ]
Okay, you know how I can never fucking shut up? Of course you do. You're also aware that half the histronics I spout from my belligerent facegash mean jack shit. Everyone who has had to endure my company for more than three seconds knows that. It's common knowledge. I blather my glutes off but seldom do I ever actually say anything, and that includes to you, and that's probably half the reason why you're pissed I guess, we're moirails, we're supposed to talk to each other, and that means really talk to each other and I guess this can be considered a sort of peace offering, like, I'm going to start properly holding up my end of the quadrant and quit shitting all over you, like a token of honesty, I really fucking mean it okay, so. Listen.
[ he bites his tongue. hard. fucking do it, karkat.
the words tumble out, rushed and anxious. ]
I love you.
[ BREATHES THAT WAS HORRIFYING ] A downright disgusting amount, actually. And don't take this as- oh my god, that was too fucking- you know what, this is gross. I am gross. Feel free to turn your head and vomit in response to the unparalleled amount of grossness that has unceremoniously thrown its heaving carcass into your lap.
tagging half asleep is a fantastic idea shush
something still feels off to karkat. he swallows nervously, wondering what to say. i'm sorry again would just be repetitive and empty. there is something meaningful he can say. it's not just meaningful, however. it's also terrifying.
he is uncharacteristically silent for several minutes, with a few false starts, before he abruptly launches into speech. ]
Okay, you know how I can never fucking shut up? Of course you do. You're also aware that half the histronics I spout from my belligerent facegash mean jack shit. Everyone who has had to endure my company for more than three seconds knows that. It's common knowledge. I blather my glutes off but seldom do I ever actually say anything, and that includes to you, and that's probably half the reason why you're pissed I guess, we're moirails, we're supposed to talk to each other, and that means really talk to each other and I guess this can be considered a sort of peace offering, like, I'm going to start properly holding up my end of the quadrant and quit shitting all over you, like a token of honesty, I really fucking mean it okay, so. Listen.
[ he bites his tongue. hard. fucking do it, karkat.
the words tumble out, rushed and anxious. ]
I love you.
[ BREATHES THAT WAS HORRIFYING ] A downright disgusting amount, actually. And don't take this as- oh my god, that was too fucking- you know what, this is gross. I am gross. Feel free to turn your head and vomit in response to the unparalleled amount of grossness that has unceremoniously thrown its heaving carcass into your lap.