You can hardly believe it when Gamzee comes to visit you the next day. You had assumed that he would be just like everyone else, turning around and breaking their promises, as if they don't really care about you at all. But now you're sitting in this hospital bed, and Gamzee is standing right there, by the doorway.
"Hey, Tavbro. How's it all up in mother fuckin' goin'?"
"Uh… not that awful… I guess…"
He comes over and kneels right by your bedside, really close actually. And strangely, you don't mind. You wouldn't even mind if he came just a bit closer…
Now he is staring at you. Oh, shit. He just said something, didn't he?
"Oh, uhh… sorry, I uh, think I zoned out there. D-did you say something?"
He grins. "Don't sweat it, mother fucker. I tend to all up in zone out too."
You wait awkwardly for him to continue. It doesn't look like he's going to say anything, so you decide to speak up again. "R-right. But uh… what was it that you were saying?"
"Huh? Oh yeah… I was askin' you when you all up in get out of this mother fuckin' hospital."
"Well they uh, said that normally they would let me go today, as l-long as I uh, come back w-weekly for uh, therapy. B-but since I live alone they uh, w-want to keep me here a… a bit longer."
"Well why don't you all up in mother fuckin' stay with me?"
You can hardly believe what you're hearing. You just met this guy yesterday and he's already being the nicest anyone's ever been to you since Rufioh went off to war.
"W-wow, seriously?"
"Yeah, mother fucker."
"Wow, uh, thanks!" you say, grinning.
Your grin fades a bit when you see the inside of Gamzee's apartment. It is absolutely filthy, littered with empty Faygo bottles and almost every surface covered with weird multi-coloured stains. You wheel inside, kind of scared to touch anything.
"You can have the bedroom, I'll all up in sleep on the couch. I gotta take a piss. Make yourself at mother fuckin' home," Gamzee says. You decide to turn on the TV on to distract yourself from the filth, parking your wheelchair beside the couch. You fail at suppressing a fangasm as you see that your favorite movie of all time, Peter Pan, is being played nonstop on Disney Junior. As you change the channel, Gamzee comes back into the room. Even for a man, he pees fast.
"What's all up in mother fuckin' on?"
"Uh… Peter Pan…" you trail off, looking down at your lap. Not everyone is so accepting of a sixteen-year-old who still watches movies made for small children.
Gamzee seems not to care. He is more interested in the screen. "Woah. That chick has mother fuckin' wings."
The two of you end up watching Peter Pan over and over again, late into the night. Gamzee drifts off sometime during the fourth repeat of the movie, his head resting on your shoulder. He had been gradually sliding closer to you, until he was leaning off the couch. Now he is asleep, with his mouth hanging open slightly and just a little bit of drool gathering at the corners. He's warm, just like he was last night when he carried you to the hospital. You move your shoulder just a bit and… oh shit. His head rolls off your shoulder and the entire upper half of his body falls forward. You cringe slightly, waiting for him to wake up, but he barely even stirs. Okay, wow, he's a deep sleeper.
You wheel as quietly as possible into the bedroom. You seriously doubt Gamzee actually sleeps in here, because it is the only room in the apartment that could be counted as clean. With some difficulty, you strip down into your boxers and use your elbows to crawl into the bed. It's actually a bit easier for you than you expected. You just consider yourself lucky to still be alive. "Alive thanks to Gamzee…" you mutter as you begin to fall asleep.
You wake up to the smell of bacon. You find Gamzee cooking in the little kitchen, wearing nothing but his boxers.
He grins when he sees you. "Mornin', Tavbro."
"Uh, g-good morning, Gamzee," you mumble, still half asleep.
"Hope you like mother fuckin' bacon."
You are about to answer when there is a knock at the door, and a very angry voice yells from the hall, "GAMZEE, YOU FUACKASS, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!"
"Uh… I'll get it…" you say.
"Thanks, Tavbro."
You open the door to a very angry (dare you say angrier than usual) Karkat. He doesn't look up from his phone.
"GAMZEE, WHAT THE FUCK? YOU DIDN'T RESPOND TO ANY OF MY TEXTS YESTERDAY!"
"Uh… Gamzee… I think it's, uh, for you…"
Karkat finally takes his eyes off his phone, looking down at you. His face turns red, as you realize you are still in your underwear.
"Uh, Gamzee?" he says.
Gamzee comes out of the kitchen, also in his boxers. "Oh, hey, Karbro. Yeah, sorry I didn't all up in return any of your mother fuckin' messages. Tavbro was over, and it was mother fuckin' magical," he says, smiling his laid-back smile.
Karkat looked absolutely shocked. "R-right. Well, I guess I'll uh, leave you two alone? I'm not gonna judge… I'll uh, just be going… then…"
"Uh, wait it's not like that…" you begin to say.
"Like what? Hahahahahaha I'm leaving now." He turns and walks quickly away.
Gamzee sticks his head out the door. "Thanks for mother fuckin' understanding, Karbro," he calls before turning to you. "That little mother fucker worries about me sometimes."
Gamzee obviously does not understand what just happened and you guess that it's for the better. You go back to the bedroom, your face still glowing bright pink, to put some clothes on.
You and Gamzee spend the rest of the day doing pretty close to nothing. You draw a couple of sketches, Gamzee drinks more Faygo than you think is safe for humans, and you watch a couple movies together on the couch. Halfway through The Matrix, you decide to take a risk and rest your head on Gamzee's shoulder. You get nervous when he doesn't react at first, until he reaches up and strokes your hair. You feel more confident than you have in a long time. You want to say something to him, something gushy about how much you like him, but you can't bring yourself to do it. Not until you're positive he feels the same way. You think you've fallen for him, and now you are waiting for him to come find you and carry you away.