You literally just fucking told me it would be there, so yeah, Dave, I think I'd know.

[Because operating on the assumption that every embroidered flower is secretly a dick is in no way a paranoid or unhealthy way to live his life? Karkat doesn't care. Why is everything dicks with Dave, anyway? He thinks he can remember Rose slurring something on the subject the last time he'd seen her, but that was perigees ago and he doesn't care enough to remember.

He's slower to shift gears from banter to serious conversation than Dave is but only because he's still so stupidly fucking emotional that it isn't fair. Fuck Dave for being so impossibly sweet and understanding anyway, what kind of asshole does those things? Goddammit.]

S-sleeves, yeah. Or like—

[His gesture is much vaguer, but he seems to be pointing an as yet imaginary breast pocket. Or... huh.]

Maybe on a jacket, I don't fucking know. Human fashion doesn't make any sense.

[Nor does troll fashion. God he misses Kanaya.

He buries his face in Dave's neck again.]

Sorry.

[For being so clingy right now, he doesn't say. Dave seems to be okay with it, but it's always hard to tell.]