Dave and Karkat had been together for some time now. They got along well despite their differences, but did have occasional arguments over silly things. For example, how Karkat's horns poked Dave when he rested on him, or how Karkat stayed up at night reading his shitty romantic books and kept the light on. Usually though, they were just fine together.

Dave was feeling particularly grumpy, since Karkat had kept him up with some cheesy troll romance flick. That was the one problem about having a nocturnal alien boyfriend. The white-haired god sat up and rubbed his tired red eyes. Next to him was his smaller alien boyfriend, sleeping. He was snoring, and his mouth was open. There was a wet spot on the pillow from his drool. It was oddly cute. The way his soft, messy black hair fell around his face and his tiny, rounded orange and yellow horns contrasted with his black hair was magical. Dave felt his heart flutter in his chest, and a soft blush spread across his pale face.

It was funny the way Karkat was sprawled out across the bed. The too-big shirt he was wearing had slid up a bit and was showing his stomach, and one of his legs was sticking out from under the blanket. Black shorts with red crabs on them covered his thighs.

Cute.

Dave slid off the bed, stretching and yawning. His red cape trailed on the ground behind him, and he lifted it up and tucked it under his arm. Pale fingers grabbed the black shades from the desk, and red eyes were concealed by black once more.

The Knight of Time crept out to the kitchen, careful not to be too loud as to wake Karkat. Then again, he was a pretty heavy sleeper.

Even though he was grumpy, he couldn't stay angry at Karkat forever. It wasn't his fault he was nocturnal.

Besides, the movie was pretty cute.

Dave sometimes made breakfast. Although he didn't like to admit his it, it was kind of fun. Kanaya usually brought food that she and Rose made over, but today wasn't one of those days.

The white-haired boy dropped his cape and opened the refrigerator. That was another argument he and Karkat sometimes had; over what to call things, since trolls and humans had different names for the same thing. Naturally, their cultures clashed sometimes.

Dave decided to make eggs. It was easy enough, and Karkat liked them. It was weird at first, trying to get Karkat to eat them. After about an hour or so of cursing and trying to coax the alien to eat the god damn eggs, he did. And he liked them.

After cracking some eggs in the pan, he turned on the heat. If something bad happened, he could always turn back time and redo it. The Knight glanced towards the kitchen doorway as he saw movement. He naturally felt defensive, and squeezed the spatula tight in his hand. Who would it be besides Karkat? The blonde sighed and put the spatula down, noticing his matesprit standing in the doorway.

"Oh. Hey Karkat. Uh...good morning. You're up!" He smiled slightly. The gray-skinned alien looked angry, and his messy black hair stuck out all over. His cheeks were puffed, and his golden eyes looked tired. Karkat huffed and wiped the spit from his mouth. "What's up? You seem saltier than usual," the albino remarked, returning his attention to the eggs. "I had a shitty dream," Karkat muttered, sitting down at the table. "Oh. What was it? If you want to tell, I guess," he shrugged.

"You broke up with me for Terezi," the alien admitted. "Oh. Well, I'd never do that. I love you, Karkat. And I'm over Terezi," he told his boyfriend. "I know, but still. It felt so fucking realistic," Karkat sighed. Dave put the spatula down and went over to the table and hugged Karkat; kissing his forehead. "Dave, come on," the mutant-blood blushed, trying to gently push Dave off.

As soon as the eggs were done, Dave pulled out a chair and sat down, putting the pan on the table. He let Karkat take however much he wanted, and then took what was left over. The two ate their eggs in silence. Karkat seemed pretty upset about the dream. After the two of them were done, Dave offered to watch a movie with him. "Maybe it'll make you feel better. We can cuddle if you want," Dave told him. "No, Dave. I'm not feeling up to it today," he sighed, heading back to the bedroom.

What was with him? Usually he wasn't like this.

Dave decided to go get some flowers for Karkat. Maybe that would make him feel better. The albino pushed his shades up and opened the door, closing it behind him as he stepped outside. He made his was to Kanaya and Rose's place. They always had flowers. A knock resounded against the door, and Kanaya opened it. She was wearing some kind of sleeping clothes, which looked fashionable as always. "Hello Dave. Can I help you?" She asked. "Do you have any flowers? Karkat's feelin kinda down in the dumps and I want to try to make him happy." Hopefully that didn't sound too desperate.

"Yes. Wait here for a moment," she told him, closing the door and going back inside. The alien woman eventually returned with a bouquet of flowers and gave them to dave. "Tell Karkat I sincerely hope he feels better soon. It's a real shame that he's feeling under the weather," she gave a small smile. "Thanks, Kan. I'll tell him!" A nod from Dave. He returned to the house, opening the door and holding the flowers close. "Man, he's gonna be so excited!" Dave smiled to himself. He went into the bedroom to see Karkat lying on his bed with his back facing Dave.

"Karkat?"

"Go away Dave!"

"Kar—"

The alien sat up and glared at Dave. His eyes widened when he saw the flowers. Karkat's cheeks were stained with the pale red of his tears.

Why was he crying?

Dave sat down on the bed, setting the flowers down on Karkat's lap. "Hey, why are you crying?" He asked, his voice unusually soft. "I'm fine!" The smaller one hissed, covering his face with his arms. One of his small, gray hands grasped the flower bouquet.

"Fine! Don't tell me then!" Dave snapped.

He got up off the bed and stormed out of the room.

Shit.

He didn't mean to lose his temper like that. Now he felt like an asshole. The albino sighed and put his head down on the kitchen table.

He decided it would be best to go back and try to talk things out. Karkat would probably still be angry at him, though.

"Kar?"

No answer.

Dave knocked on the door softly.

"Kar? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lose my temper, man. I just—"

The Knight's voice was cut off by Karkat opening the door. He looked disheveled and he'd obviously been crying. The flowers were sitting on the bed, and Karkat's floofy black hair was a mess.

"It's okay." The smaller Knight's voice sounded hoarse.

"I'm sorry, Dave," he breathed, hugging Dave and burying his face in his soft, comfy red shirt thingy. "Hey, it's okay. I'm sorry for gettin all snappy..." the albino sighed, softly stroking Karkat's hair. "It's fine," Karkat sniffled. "Do you wanna talk about what's wrong? Or not," the Knight of Time asked softly, holding Karkat close. "Yeah. Can we sit down or some bullshit?" The smaller one asked. A silent nod from Dave, and the two sat down on the bed they shared.

"There's something I have to tell you," Karkat started. "You're gay?" Dave teased. Karkat glared at him, obviously not in the mood for jokes today. "Sorry. Go ahead."

"To be really fucking honest, ever since I was a grub I've felt...different. And not just because of my blood. I've always felt isolated. I don't know. Maybe it is because of my bulgefuck stank-ass mutant blood," he sighed. Dave simply nodded and rubbed Karkat's back.

"I feel moody and irritable a lot. I almost always feel down in the dumps, and I hate it. What's wrong with me, Dave?"

"Nothing."

"I think about hurting myself."

The silence shattered as Karkat said that, and his voice echoed off the walls.

"Oh my god, Karkat, why didn't you say anything?" Dave's red eyes widened beneath his shades.

"Sorry. I thought you'd laugh at me," he said softly.

"No way. I would never laugh at you, Karkat. To be honest, I know exactly how you feel. When I was a boy, I was diagnosed with depression. I just used my 'cool guy' demeanor to cover up the fact that I felt horrible and that I wanted to die."

Karkat looked at him.

"Let me show you something."

Dave lifted his shirt and showed his matesprit the scars on his stomach from the times he'd taken a blade to it. "Can't believe I still have these," he laughed nervously. The cool guy wiped his tears a bit.

Karkat was crying now too.

What a bunch of fucking sappy nerds.

"Hey, don't cry," Dave sniffled, holding Karkat close and wiping his tears. The alien reached his small gray hand up and wiped his boyfriend's tears.

Before he understood what was happening, Dave was kissing him. It was just his instinct to kiss back, so he did. Gently. The albino pulled away reluctantly, blushing softly. Karkat had a blush of the same color on his cheeks. Dave crawled under the blankets, patting the empty spot next to him. The Knight of Blood moved the flowers to the desk and crawled under the warm, soft blankets to be with his Dave.

He could feel Dave's body pressing against his, and his arms around him. Their legs were intertwined, and one of Dave's hands was gently stroking Karkat's hair, smoothing it out.

Who knew they'd end up confessing so much to each other just because of one stupid argument?

Karkat smiled softly as his gold eyes fluttered closed, and he felt Dave kiss the back of his neck.

Terezi wasn't in this dream. It was just him and his Knight.

Just how it should be.