Kanaya walked over to Karkat. The man seemed to be having a rather messed up time, judging by the way his face was buried in his hands. As she came nearer, she heard him mumbling curses.
"Karkat, dear. Is anything the matter?" Kanaya asked, her motherly instinct getting the best of her.
"Kanaya, go away. I don't want to fucking talk to you right now." The Cancer replied, his voice muffled by the hands that blocked his mouth.
"Karkat, let me know what is wrong. I might be able to help you resolve whatever internal conflict you may be having at the moment." She said slightly, running her hand comfortingly through Karkat's soft hair.
Karkat lifted his face from his hands. There were bags under his eyes. He seemed to hesitate at first, but then spoke up.
"I don't have an 'internal conflict' shit going on."
"Oh. What is it, then?" Kanaya asked, still continuing to brush Karkat's hair with her fingers.
"It's… It's Gamzee."