Fuck.
Sometimes, sometimes he wondered about the issues his roommate had.
Either than the ones he already knew about.
Karkat worried about him too much. He could admit that. Gamzee wasn't entirely his responsibility- but he sure fucking acted like it.
He sighed and pushed himself out of his chair, not bothering to tell the others around him he was leaving.
Someone made a snide comment and he just flipped the asshole off, not bothering to look back.
He had worse shit to deal with than being a rude fuckass.
Gamzee was staring at another girl.
Karkat paused and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. He already knew the few words Gamzee would be saying to him.
He walked over to the bar where his roommate sat, chin-in-hand, watching the girl dance. Karkat could admit, she was a pretty good dancer.
It wasn't the moves that enamoured Gamzee, though. Karkat knew this. It was how she looked.
Or, to put it more accurately, whom she looked like.
Reaching out, Karkat placed his hand on Gamzee's arm, bringing him back to earth. He grimaced when he heard Gamzee's content sigh.
"I love her," Karkat winced again. He tried to pull his roommate from his stool, but it was no use; he wasn't strong enough to budge the much-taller man. "Motherfucking do."
He finally got up to follow his roomate, hand on a shoulder to keep the world from dumping him on his ass. Karkat closed his eyes, letting out a sigh as he lead their way out of the door, thinking of just what-the-fuck he was doing when Gamzee, the fucking idiot, fell flat on his fucking face.
Karkat took in a deep breath through his nose, sending both hands straight to his too-red hair.
"Fucking shit, Gamzee," he hissed, reaching down to get the drunk-of-his-ass kid off the ground. "I swear to God, if-" He cut himself off. "Fuck."
Closing his eyes, Karkat pushed Gamzee forward once again.
"Let's just go home."
The cold air hit them both as the bar door slammed open, causing Karkat to wince, his buzzed-mind becoming confused momentarily as he stumbled over the threshold, Gamzee's arm in hand.
For what seemed to have been the hundredth time that night, Karkat thanked God that their apartment was close by. As in, two buildings down the street. He took back all curses he had made when trying to sleep about the loud, thrumming music- he was grateful for it. So fucking grateful that he wouldn't have to practically fucking carry this sack of shit more than he had to.
The door of the apartment complex was glorious. Fucking heavenly, that sight. He tugged Gamzee along with him, slamming his hand flat against the wooden door as they came to a stop. Reaching into his pocket, he froze.
Where the fuck was his key?
He felt around in his other pocket. Then the other. Then the last one, and he tried them all again.
Fucking- no. He knew he had the key in his pocket when he was at the bar. He knew it.
He grabbed the door by the handle and shook it in its frame, shouting curses and kicking at the bottom of it, only stopping when the then-unconscious Gamzee started to slip down his shoulder to the ground.
"Fucking Strider," Karkat spat as he hefted Gamzee back up to a semi-standing position. "I am going to fucking kill that piece of shit."
The cold snow-mixed wind swirled around them and he let out another string of curses, finally thinking of looking through Gamzee's trousers. Right in the left pocket- there was a little loop of keys.
Karkat let out a brief whoop of joy and shoved the key in, twisted, and opened the door. He pushed Gamzee inside before turning and re-locking it, pocketing the key himself. Gamzee wasn't going to need it any time soon.
Supporting the great fucking weight that was Gamzee once again, he made their way to their apartment- which, thankfully, was only on the first floor. He struggled with juggling Gamzee and the keys for a moment before getting their door open, following it up with a quick slam of the door and flinging his drunk roommate onto the couch.
"Fuck," he slid to his ass against the door, cradling his face in his hands. "Fuck, Gamzee. Just fuck."
The sleeping form that was Gamzee didn't even stir. Though, it did begin to snore; much to the annoyance of Karkat.
"Sometimes," he said between gritted teeth, "sometimes I fucking wish you just... Fuck. I don't even fucking know-" he startled when his phone began to go off, a quick burst of "My Heart's a Stereo". "Shit."
