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Karkat really likes Dave.
Correction, Karkat really Loves Dave.
He loves the way Dave wears his stupid reflective aviators. He loves the way he tediously styles his hair in the mornings. Karkat loves the way his face gets stupidly red after tasting the spicy sauce Kanaya brought over that he swore he could handle.
He loves the way Dave texts him goodnight when he leaves for a few nights, accompanied by a red heart <3. He loves the way Dave swears hes not afraid of the horror movies, even if Karkat can feel how hard Dave squeezes his hand. Karkat loves the way D-
Karkat blinks. The troll stumbles upright, suddenly dizzy. Where is he? He looks around, slowly blinking away the blurriness in his crimson irises. Karkat slowly takes in his surroundings; a wave of longing passing through him as he does. Where is Dave? Weren't they just watching a mo-
His thoughts go still at the sight of a small, rectangular gravestone.
Dave had been dead for over a decade.
Right. When did he start crying? The troll lifted a clammy hand up to his cheek, thoughtfully touching the red-tinted tears. He knew Dave was dead. He understood there was no bringing him back; He thought he had already gotten over this. Karkat breathed in and out, deeply.
Having no control over the frustrating tears spilling down his charcoal skin. He turned away from the stone, walking the winding path back to his hive.
Dave Strider 1989-2013