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-- carcinoGeneticist (CG) began trolling tentacleTherapist (TT) --
CG: BEFORE I START I NEED TO MAKE IT EXPRESSLY CLEAR THAT I WOULD NOT BE SPEAKING TO YOU UNLESS THERE WERE NO OTHER OPTIONS.
CG: WE’RE TALKING, LIKE, END OF THE WORLD TYPE SHIT
CG: BECAUSE IT IS BY NOW COMMON KNOWLEDGE THAT YOU ARE AN INSUFFERABLE KNOW-IT-ALL AND GIVING YOU ANY OPPORTUNITY TO PROVE THAT POINT FURTHER IS SUCH A BAD FUCKING IDEA THAT I MIGHT AS WELL SAW OFF MY BULGE
CG: BUT KANAYA WOULD LAUGH AT ME AND TEREZI IS A FUCKING CRANK AND VRISKA DROP-KICKED HER MORAL CODE INTO THE MIDDLE OF FUCKALL, NOWHERE A DISTRESSING PERIOD OF TIME AGO
CG: AND THE MAYOR IS A FUCKING SAINT LIKE LET’S CLEAR THE AIR IN THAT RESPECT HE IS AN HONEST-TO-FUCKING-GOG SAINT BUT NOT REALLY THE PERSON TO GO TO FOR THIS LUNACY
CG: AND GAMZEE IS JUST FUCKING OFF HIS ROCKS
CG: SO THAT LEAVES YOU.
TT: As equal parts compelling and heartwarming as that diatribe was, I am a little busy right now.
CG: FUCK YOU
CG: DON’T PRETEND YOU AREN’T ON THE EDGE OF YOUR FUCKING SEAT RIGHT NOW.
CG: YOU’RE SO GOGDAMN READY TO HEAR WHAT TRAGEDY HAS BEFALLEN THE COLOSSAL LOSER KARKAT MOTHERFUCKING VANTAS, **REGRETFULLY** FORCING HIS HAND AND LEADING HIM RIGHT INTO YOUR STUPID TRAP OF PSYCHOANALYSIS AND DUMBFUCKERY ADMIT IT.
CG: YOU’RE FOAMING AT THE MOUTH RIGHT NOW AT THE PROSPECT OF GETTING YOUR LITTLE WITCH CLAWS INTO ME AND TEARING ME A NEW ONE
CG: HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING.
TT: To borrow a colloquialism from our dear friend Dave: Karkat, what the fuck are you on?
CG: HAVE YOU NOT BEEN LISTENING TO ANYTHING I’VE BEEN SAYING???
CG: HAS YOUR THINKPAN JUST DECIDED NOT TO SHOW UP TO THE PARTY OR ARE YOU BEING A DELIBERATE NUMBSKULL?????
-- tentacleTherapist (TT) is now an idle chum! --
CG: DJKSKDLJA
CG: LALONDE???
CG: FINE OKAY I’M SORRY CAN YOU FUCKING COME BACK HERE
CG: I NEED ADVICE.
-- tentacleTherapist returned from being idle! --
TT: Ah, he does get to the point! Lo, take shelter, lest another miracle rain down from these here heavens upon us!
CG: WHAT THE FUCK, LALONDE?
TT: Sorry, I think the shock of you being direct for once short-circuited something in my brain. You were saying you needed help?
CG: YEAH YEAH LAUGH IT UP CHUCKLES.
CG: YOU AND THE FUCKING CLOWN CAN HAVE A KARKAT’S-A-FUCKING-TOOL-LET’S-LAUGH-AT-HIM PARTY LATER.
TT: I cannot for the life of me fathom any aspect of my behavior that has indicated even the vaguest desire to willingly devote my time to cavorting about with the homicidal clown that’s taken residence in our ventilation system.
TT: But I digress. What do you need, Karkat?
CG: CAN I REAFFIRM HOW LITTLE I WANT TO DO THIS REALLY QUICK?
CG: BECAUSE YOU’RE ABOUT TO GET SMARMY AS SHIT THINKING YOUR ADVICE IS OH-SO-VALUABLE TO ME I CAN FUCKING FEEL IT AND I REALLY DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT.
TT: How about this: if you can explicitly tell me what is troubling you in the next message you send, I avow not to be facetious about it in any respect?
CG: ...
CG: FINE
TT: Wonderful.
CG: IT’S ABOUT
CG: FUCK
CG: ACTUALLY YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS A HORRIBLE IDES WHY DON’T YOU FUCKING KILL ME INSTEAD LALONDE USE YOUT STUPID FUCKING GOD TIER POWERS OR WHATEVER AND PICK MY WORTHLESS WRIGGLER ASS UP AND THROW IT INTO THE DEEP ICY ABYSS OF SPACE RIGHT NOW.
CG: PUT US ALL OUT OF OUR MISERY
TT: If I might make two observations?
CG: WE BOTH KNOW YOU’RE GOING TO FUCKING DO IT ANYWAYS.
TT: I am reminded vividly of a metaphor about dogs and tricks. Ha ha!
CG: ???
TT: Apologies; sometimes I find myself deeply amusing. However, it’s of little consequence. To my observations: one, Karkat, you deeply overestimate any malicious streak I have shown to you or anyone else aboard this meteor in thinking that I will somehow derive pleasure from mocking you in what appears to be a deeply sensitive subject for you. Rest assured, I will not. I may be terse and blunt when the situation prompts, but I would like to think of myself as far from an unkind person; certainly I would not stoop so low as to make light of whatever is troubling you. Second, I find that, in situations like this, it is often better to simply rip the proverbial band-aid off and say what you mean to say, however harsh it may sound in your head.
TT: Again, I am not here to judge or criticize. Merely to listen and advise where I can.
TT: Oh, and thirdly: the powers I received upon ascending to God Tier status alongside my brother do not give me the capabilities of forcibly removing you from this meteor. Sadly.
TT: I am joking, of course. Your presence here is deeply valued by all. Even, I dare to think, those of our party who are less stable and reside in ventilation ducts.
TT: Karkat? Are you here?
CG: ...
CG: SPEAKING OF DAVE
CG: OKAY, LET’S KEEP THIS HYPOTHETICAL. WHAT I’M ABOUT TO SAY IS ENTIRELY, 150% HYPOTHETICAL. OKAY?
TT: Okay.
CG: SO LET’S SAY YOU’RE A DUDE.
TT: Each moment I spend engaged in this conversation only adds to the sentiment of hypotheticality surrounding it. It's quite miraculous.
CG: SHUT UP I HATE YOU ANYWAYS YES SO YOU’RE A DUDE AND LET’S SAY YOU’RE STUCK SOMEWHERE. LIKE A ROOM, OR A BUILDING, OR
CG: DON’T FUCKING SAY A METEOR LALONDE I WILL DISEMBOWEL YOU WITHOUT BLINKING TWICE
TT: I was thinking nothing of the sort. Proceed, please.
CG: YEAH OKAY SO YOU’RE STUCK IN SOME CRUMMY ASS BUILDING AND YOU’VE BEEN THERE FOR WHAT FEELS LIKE FUCKING EIGHT BILLION SWEEPS SLOWLY WATCHING WORMS DEVELOP IN EVERYBODY’S THINKPANS FROM THE WAY THEY’RE ACTING AND IT’S GENERALLY A HIDEOUS AND EMBARRASSING AFFAIR
CG: AND, YOU KNOW, TO STAVE OFF THE WORMS DEVELOPING IN YOUR BRAIN YOU START HANGING OUT WITH ONE OF THE DUDES IN THE BUILDING WITH YOU BECAUSE YOU’RE BORED AS FUCKALL AND EVERYONE ELSE IS OFF HAVING KINKY SCARY LESBIAN ALIEN SEX
TT: Entirely hypothetical, of course.
TT: Also, could you possibly come up with a more crass term to describe how I spend my time? I’m genuinely curious.
CG: SHUT THE FUCK UP. SO, YEAH, THERE’S WORMS IN EVERYBODY’S THINKPANS AND THIS ONE GUY IS BARELY TOLERABLE. LIKE THR BAREST FUCKING AMOUNTS OF TOLERABLE BUT GIVEN THE OTHER COMPANY IT’S THR BEST YOU CAN FUCKING GET SO YOU START HANGING OUT A LOT.
CG: YOU ATTEMPT TO INTRODUCE HIM TO THE VAST AND RICH WEALTH OF CONTENT THAT IS ALTERNIAN ROMANCE MOVIES AND HE IS AN INBRED FUCKASS SO HE DOESN’T APPRECIATE IT NEARLY AS MUCH AS HE SHOULD
CG: AND HE SHOWS YOU HORRIFIC EARTH “ROM-COMS” WHICH ARE, SIMPLY PUT, THE EQUIVALENT OF TWO HOURS OF LIVE BROADCASTS OF STEAMING PILES OF GARBAGE FESTERING IN DIRECT SUNLIGHT
CG: BUT WHAT ELSE DO YOU FUCKING HAVE TO DO HUH?
CG: AND SOMETIMES YOU’LL DO OTHER DUMBASS SHIT LIKE CONSTRUCT A TOWN OUT OF CANS WHICH IS ACTUALLY A HIGHLY-DEVELOPED AND WELL-STRUCTURED CIVILIZATION I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING BAD I JUST SAID ABOUT IT.
TT: Karkat, may I interject?
CG: I REALLY HAD A RHYTHM GOING THERE BUT FUCK YOU FINE.
TT: I am willing to feed into the notion of fabricated situations should it make you more willing to openly discuss what is on your mind with me, but even this is starting to get a little convoluted for my taste.
TT: I am not an idiot, nor am I so self-absorbed that I do not pay you and any individuals you choose to frequent your time with any attention, despite what you may think.
TT: Simply put, I believe I know the direction this conversation is headed in.
TT: I don't mean to overstep, but would I be right in assuming that the this particular spiel, if given the opportunity to run its course, will end with you professing some form of Red Romance attraction to him?
TT: Unless you intend to profess feelings aligning more with the Black Romance category
TT: In which case I feel I must've vastly misinterpreted your relationship.
CG: ...
TT: Karkat?
CG: DS;LDGSLFDGFEGGLSDKLAL;GRK
TT: I feel it would be infinitely more productive if you communicated whatever you are currently feeling in a manner that does not involve you smashing your keypad.
CG: GOD I ACTUALLY THINK I MIGHT HATE YOU.
CG: LIKE THE MORE AND MORE I THINK ABOUT IT THE MORE I REALIZE JUST HOW MUCH YOU MAKE ME WANT TO PEEL MY FUCKING SKIN OFF AND PUT MY HEAD IN THAT OBSCENE CONTRAPTION YOU ALCHEMIZED THAT PULVERIZES FRUIT LOUDLY.
TT: You are referring to, I assume, a blender?
CG: SDS;QLGKWLE;TKL;GEJLSFAJKLDGFSKJ
CG: BRB THROWING MYSELF OFF THE METEOR NOW!
CG: SEE YA YOU FUCKING CRANK.
TT: Before you go and indulge in these overdramatics
TT: By which I mean you undoubtedly hole yourself up in your room and watch the Alternian adaptation of Brokeback Mountain for what I think is maybe the 47th time since our arrival on this meteor
TT: I must ask you to remain in this conversation for just a little while longer.
TT: Flushed or pale?
CG: I AM ACTUALLY GOING TO KILL MYSELF NOW.
TT: That seems to me a disproportionate reaction. I would also ask you to not make jokes such as that. Not only does it make light of a deeply saddening topic, but it would then present me with problems in discerning your seriousness should you ever come to me with legitimate feelings such as that.
TT: Would you like to answer my question?
CG: ARE YOU GOING TO LAUGH AT ME?
TT: Again, Karkat, I am treating this conversation very seriously.
TT: When you say something remotely amusing, I will be sure to let you know. Alright?
CG: FINE
CG: FUCK
CG: I DON’T KNOW
CG: THAT’S THE WHOLE ISSUE HERE IS THAT IT’S NOT LIKE ONE OR THE OTHER
CG: IT’S BOTH I THINK WHICH DOESN’T EVEN MAKE FUCKING SENSE LIKE I KNOW YOU HUMANS HAVE YOUR WHOLE CONVOLUTED AND HONESTLY BAFFLING SYSTEM OF ROMANCE BUT THAT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO APPLY TO TROLLS AND THE FACT THAT I THINK IT MIGHT BE IN MY CASE IS SO NAUSEATING AND FUCKING CONFUSION I CAN FEEL MYSELF DEVELOPING A STRESS ULCER EVERY TIME IT VAGUELY CROSSES MY MIND.
CG: BUT SURE YEAH WHATEVER THAT’S MY BIG STUPID SECRET. I LIKE DAVE STIRDER. FUCK ME. ISN’T THIS JUST FUCKING PATHETIC. DISGUSTING. KARKAT’S A EMBARRASSING WASTE OF FUCKING OXYGEN. LET’S GIVE HIM A HAND.
TT: Your feelings, for Dave or otherwise, are not something to be disgusted by, Karkat. Nor ashamed about.
TT: Honestly, I must admit to being a little surprised. Were Dave in your position partaking in the same conversation with me, hesitation at being attracted to another male would be far from atypical. Expected, even. But you—I have always been under the impression that the gender of your partner for any quadrant is of little consequence, for trolls in general and you in particular. Was this a misconception on my part?
CG: IT’S NOT THAT HE’S A DUDE
CG: I DON’T GIVE EVEN A BARE SEMBLANCE OF A SHIT WHAT’S IN HIS PANTS.
CG: I WAS JUST WORRIED ABOUT
CG: YOUR REACTION
TT: My reaction?
TT: In case the earlier comment about lesbian alien sex really was truly an attempt at being hypothetical on your part, I feel obliged to remind you that I am very fucking gay, Karkat. I pass the torch of communication on to Kanaya in case further clarification in that matter is needed.
TT: It would be quite hypocritical of me to react negatively to you admitting you have feelings for my brother, don't you think?
CG: I KNOW THAT.
CG: JEGUS.
CG: IT’S JUST
CG: DAVE IS YOUR BROTHER AND OBVIOUSLY YOU GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HIM IN YOUR WEIRD THERAPIST-Y WAY AND HE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOU IN HIS WEIRD EMOTIONALLY STUNTED WAY
CG: THERE’S A LOT OF SHIT-GIVING BETWEEN YOU GUYS I UNDERSTAND THAT IS HOW THE PHENOMENALLY BIZARRE CONCEPT OF HUMAN SIBLINGS WORKS
CG: SO NO SHIT I WAS AFRAID TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT THIS BECAUSE ANYONE WITH EVEN A SLIVER OF A FUNCTIONING THINKPAN WOULD SEE THE NOTION OF ME EVEN LOOKING AT DAVE IN A RED ROMANCE SENSE PRACTICALLY VOMIT-INDUCING AND I DON’T SEE WHY ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU WOULD BE THE EXCEPTION TO THE RULE.
TT: And why do you think that?
CG: BECAUSE I’M FUCKING ME, LALONDE.
TT: What does that mean?
CG: THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
TT: Humor me. Explain exactly why you assume everyone would be repulsed at the notion of you and Dave entering some sort of relationship if not due to the fact that you are both men.
CG: GOG YOU’RE REALLY DRAWING THIS OUT, HUH?
TT: Not intentionally. But I think you will benefit from saying what you think aloud. Sometimes it is challenging to gauge the realism and viability of a thought until it’s actually been voiced aloud.
TT: And, knowing your propensity for letting your thoughts, particularly the negative ones, get the best of you in situations like this, I feel that perhaps you explicitly stating the core of the issue will help you to see that the train of thought does not follow as logical and conclusive of a pass as you may have previously believed.
CG: IT’S JUST
CG: LIKE DAVE IS GREAT, YEAH? HE’S A REALLY GOOD FUCKING GUY. I WOULD NEVER TELL HIM THAT ON ACCOUNT OF HIM ALSO BEING AN INSUFFERABLE PRICK WHO WOULD LORD AND POSITIVE FEELINGS I EXPRESS TO HIM OVER MY HEAD FOR THE REST OF FUCKING ETERNITY, BUT HE REALLY IS A FUCKING GREAT GUY.
CG: AND I’M JUST NOT, ROSE. I’M STUPID AND ANNOYING AND FUCKED UP SO BAD THAT HALF MY FRIENDS ARE DEAD AND I TOTALLY COULD’VE DONE SOMETHING ABOUT THAT WERE I NOT A DUMBASS HUNK OF SHIT AND I’M NOT A GOOD LEADER AND I’M NOT A GOOD PERSON AND I SCREW UP EVERYTHING I COME WITHIN FIFTY FEET OF AND I CANNOT EVEN IMAGINE WHAT THE FUCK I WOULD DO IF I SOMEHOW FUCKED UP WITH HIM LIKE I HAVE WITH EVERYTHING ELSE. AND I’M SO BAD WITH TALKING TO PEOPLE AND OPENING UP AND ACTUALLY TRUSTING ANYTHING ANYONE SAYS ABOUT ME THAT’S EVEN WITHIN THE TERRITORY OF NICE BECAUSE IT JUST DOESN’T FUCKING COMPUTE IN MY HEAD HOW ANYONE COULD LOOK AT *ME* AND SEE ANYTHING WORTH COMPLIMENTING.
CG: AND DAVE DESERVES SOMEONE WHO CAN FUCKING DEAL WITH THEIR OWN LIFE AND NOT PILE IT ON TOP OF HIM AND MAKE HIM BECOME THE OFFICIAL SIFTER-THROUGHER OF THE HOOFBEAST SHIT. HE DESERVES SOMEONE WHO’S ABLE TO BE OPEN AND LOVING AND RECEPTIVE OF HIS AFFECTION AND THAT’S ASSUMING HE EVEN LIKES ME IN THE FIRST PLACE WHICH IS FRANKLY FUCKING RIDICULOUS.
CG: AND YOU KNOW THIS ALL TOO WELL BECAUSE I MAKE YOU SIT AND DEAL WITH THIS SHIT EVEN MORE THAN HIM AND SO OF FUCKING COURSE I’M EXPECTING YOU TO IMPALE ME WITH YOUR WITCHY-ASS KNITTING NEEDLES AND WRITE “KARKAT IS A FUCKING TOOL” WITH MY BLOOD BECAUSE.
CG: BECAUSE HOW COULD YOU BE EVEN REMOTELY OKAY WITH SOMEONE AS COLOSSALLY FUCKED UP AS ME EVEN LOOKING AT YOUR BROTHER LIKE THAT?
TT: Karkat.
CG: YES?
TT: You are good.
CG: …
CG: WHAT?
TT: You are a good person. Or troll, I suppose. You have done good things, and will continue along this path for the rest of your life.
CG: WHAT IS THIS, SOME SORT OF SEER SHIT?
TT: No. This is Rose Lalonde speaking very honestly to someone she regards as her friend, despite his best efforts to push her and everyone else as far away as humanely possible.
TT: This is not to cast aside mistakes you have made, because you have made some, and will continue to do so for the rest of your life as well. It is a rather unfortunate side effect of being alive, but a necessary and almost essential one, one might argue.
TT: But the mistakes you make should not detract from the fact that you are, at your core, a fundamentally good troll who cares deeply for those in his life and does everything within his power to ensure their safety. I can recognize this with no struggle, however hard you try and mask your genuine compassion for those around you under layers or antagonism and reactivity; even Dave, with his occasionally limited levels of emotional perception, can recognize this as well. I would be very surprised if he harbored any ill will towards you because of mistakes you might have made in the past, or tragedies that have befallen you due to reasons very much out of your control.
TT: I know for a fact you do not judge him based on his worst moments. Why should he do the same to you?
CG: BECAUSE I’M ME.
TT: That means very little to him, Karkat. It means very little in general, honestly. Your perception of yourself is deeply opinionated and subjective; you view yourself from the worst lens possible out of habit, when in fact you are no worse than anyone else on this meteor. You are markedly better than some, I would argue, unless you also have taken up the habit of wandering around ventilation shafts and brutally murdering many of your companions while severely inebriated?
TT: Hypothetical question, of course. If the answer to that is yes then I fear we have much more pressing matters on our hands.
TT: My point is, while I am certain Dave sees and recognizes these faults about yourself you point out, albeit to a much lesser degree, they are not of consequence enough to prevent him from caring about you. Which he does deeply, Karkat. I cannot and should not speak for my brother, but he is not exactly subtle in expressing the fact that he has come to value you as a figure in his life. If they ever were, he wouldn’t have become so close with you in the first place.
TT: May I ask you a question? And will you answer honestly?
CG: OKAY.
TT: What is your genuine opinion of me?
CG: UH
CG: I MEAN DON’T LET THIS GET TO YOUR HEAD OR ANYTHING GOG KNOWS WE’RE ALL STRUGGLING TO BREATHE UNDERNEATH YOUR EGO THE SIZE OF A FUCKING STRATOSPHERE
CG: BUT I THINK YOU’RE GOOD.
CG: I MEAN. YOU KNOW.
CG: I THINK YOU CARE ABOUT EVERYONE A LOT AND I THINK YOU WORK PROBABLY HARDER THAN ANYONE I KNOW TO MAKE SURE EVERYONE REMAINS SAFE AT ALL TIMES AND IT’S A LITTLE SELF-DESTRUCTIVE AND KINDA TERRIFYING TO WATCH.
CG: BUT YOU JUST CARE A LOT AND I REALLY RESPECT THAT. YOU’RE WILLING TO PUT UP WITH SHIT LIKE THIS FROM ME ON A RITUAL FUCKING BASIS AND KNOWING YOU YOU’RE PROBABLY HELPING OUT LIKE TWO OTHER PEOPLE AT THE SAME TIME AND HAVING NICE LITTLE CHATS WITH FUCKING HORRORTERRORS AND WATCHING OUR FUTURE SELVES DIE ON LOOP JUST SO WE DON’T ACTUALLY HAVE TO EXPERIENCE IT IN REAL LIFE. AND YOU DO ALL THIS WITHOUT EVER BITCHING. MUCH.
CG: AND I THINK THAT’S REALLY COOL.
TT: Hm. Interesting.
TT: Do you know that I almost destroyed yours and my universes? Only a few months ago, actually.
CG: …
TT: Yes, it was a rather thrilling and entirely overlooked byproduct of my attempts at actually preventing that very thing from happening. The whole debacle with the Green Sun, you see, only went as well as it did down to pure fluke. I was severely misguided and in over my head and, had it not been for said fluke, my actions would’ve put forth into motion the collapse of our respective universes.
TT: I also directly, though unknowingly at the time, facilitated my mother’s death due to my abundant quantities of teenage angst and self-aggrandizement. I had to look at her dead body knowing that there was a way I could’ve prevented this, or at least had a genuine conversation with her before she died.
TT: My dear friend John was also stabbed and killed due to a grief-induced rampage that left me semi-possessed by the sprits of the Gods and unable to speak in my native tongue that I dragged him into. In a fit of pique, I then attempted to kill his killer, only to be murdered myself. Thankfully, John came back to life, but there was the very real possibility that, once again, my thoughtless actions had precipitated his death.
TT: I also brought Dave along with me on a suicide mission in which I fully believed both of us would die and never return. Willingly. Because I was afraid to die alone.
TT: Of course, this is a small selection of the ways in which I believe I have colossally fucked up; the full list is quite extensive and exacerbates my tendency for self-debricating melodrama, nor is it relevant to this conversation, so I will spare you the rest of it. You understand the gist, though. Now, knowing this, is there anything about your aforementioned opinion of me you would like to resolve?
CG: FUCK NO.
CG: SO YOU FUCKED UP. WHO GIVES A SHIT?
CG: YOU’RE STILL A GOOD PERSON, LALONDE.
CG: …
CG: OH, WAIT.
CG: FUCK YOU.
TT: Quite.
TT: If I might overstep for a moment, I believe you should tell Dave how you feel about him. Perhaps not this second, but ay some juncture in the near future.
TT: Though we still have a ways left on our journey, I fear that time on this meteor will begin to pass exceedingly quick the more comfortable and, dare I say happy, you find yourself here. There is no telling what is in store for us when we arrive, but I hesitate to proclaim that the situation will go favorably, at least for all of us.
TT: And there would be no greater tragedy than you never taking the opportunity to at least express your feelings to Dave, regardless of his reciprocation to them.
CG: WHAT IF HE DOESN’T, THOUGH?
CG: LIKE ME, I MEAN.
TT: Then he doesn’t. I imagine your relationship will experience a brief turn to awkwardness, but Dave is not an idiot; he would not squander a perfectly good friendship over some unreciprocated feelings. If he appeared to be doing so, I would most certainly set him straight.
TT: Ha, ha!
CG: WHAT IF HE DOES LIKE ME. WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO THEN?
TT: Love him, would be my advice. Love him and let him love you and savor that feeling for as long as it lasts.
CG: OH.
GC: HOO BOY
CG: THAT
CG: THAT’S A LOT FOR ME.
TT: Naturally.
TT: Think about it, though.
TT: Now, I must depart. Thank you for speaking honestly with me, Karkat. As always, I am here should you need to talk further. As is Dave.
CG: YEAH, YEAH.
CG: THANKS FOR LISTENING.
TT: Anytime.
-- carcinoGeneticist (CG) has ceased trolling tentacleTherapist --