Under the night sky, far from the town, Karkat finally let himself relax onto Gamzee’s lap. It had been… what, four days? Four days since he last slept. A gentle hand smoothed down his hair, stroking around his horns with spindly fingers. Four was wriggler’s play, he could go longer, easy, but when he opened his mouth to say so, Gamzee’s other hand covered it quickly. “Shoosh, little bro.” A soft finger idly traced his lips. “No need to get your pride on up here. It’s just us two.”
Call me Aethon.
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