Author's Note: I think I'm obsessed with Homestuck. Somebody save me.
Summary: Karkat decides to pap away some bad thoughts that Gamzee is having and realizes that he may feel a bit more for his best friend than he should. Entirely nonsensical drabble-ish slash, Gamkar
Warnings: Swearing and fluffy shit because I can.
Disclaimer: Andrew Hussie. That is all.
Karkat is absolutely amazed at how quickly he can pick up on Gamzee's less than pleasant thoughts when the troll begins to have them. Gamzee currently has a clouded expression on his face and Karkat knows that horrid thoughts are pervading his best friend's mind. Strictly on instinct, Karkat wraps his arms around the taller of the two trolls and begins to pap Gamzee's back. He whispers the most calming things he can think of into his best friend's ear.
"I'm right here, Gamzee. Right fucking here. I ain't going anywhere and neither are you." He feels Gamzee's arms gingerly circle about his waist, feels his face snuggle into his neck. He shooshes and paps for quite a while before Gamzee calms down.
"You're a motherfuckin' miracle." Gamzee mumbles against his best friend's neck. Karkat's arms tighten around him. A motherfucking miracle? He was his moirail. He was supposed to pap and shoosh away bad shit.
"You're a fuckhead." Is Karkat's only reply, because he honestly can't think of anything else. Gamzee laughs and pulls back a bit. He looks Karkat in the eyes.
"I'm serious bro. You're a fuckin' miracle. We need each other." He states. Karkat avoids his eyes and instead averts them to the Capricorn sign on his shirt.
"I know we do Clown-Fuck. Stop reminding me." Gamzee only laughs again. Karkat narrows his eyes and glares at the Capricorn sign. Every time he calms Gamzee's sober intentions, he gets a feeling in his chest. It's tight and confusing and…pleasant. He knows he feels more for Gamzee than what a moirail should feel. He can't particularly help it. The damn idiot he calls a best friend is just so unwittingly amazing and perfect and Karkat loves all his stupidity and makeup and faygo-obsessive tendencies. He loves Gamzee. He has it bad for him, as bad as Eridan has it for every living thing.
"Gamzee." Karkat whispers. Gamzee hums and fiddles idly with that hair on the nape of Karkat's neck, running his fingers through it.
"What is it, motherfuckin' best friend?"
"I love you." Karkat says.
"I know," Gamzee smiles and rests his forehead against Karkat's. "Consider the motherfuckin' feeling mutual."
Author's Note: My grasp on Homestuck characters is awful, I'm sorry for writing this.
