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You peel off your heavy coat and take off your soaking shoes, throwing both in a pile in front of your washer and dryer. You go to your room while Karkat does the same, grabbing a hoodie for yourself and throwing it on to ward off the cold. Wondering back out into the living room you see Karkat sitting on the couch still wearing his sopping hoodie. You can't say that you are surprised.
"Karkat, you'll freeze to death if you keep that on." you say pointing to his hoodie. Heating your apartment costs a lot so you tend to keep the heat off unless you really need it.
"C'mon, you'll get sick." You say. He slowly pulls the hoodie off and you take it from him, throwing it into the washer along with the coats that were piled in front, leaving the shoes for another load of laundry. By the time you come back to the couch Karkat has cocooned himself in a thick blanket. You sit down next to him and switch on the TV.
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By the time you get bored the clock on your DVR reads 8:47. You stand up and stretch. You hate sitting still for long periods of time, it makes you feel jumpy and anxious. You make it about two steps before you feel something wet hit the back of your head. You grab Karkat's shirt off of your head and turn around just in time to see him curling back up under the blanket. You sigh and throw the wet shirt in the direction of the dryer and head into the kitchen to get what you had originally intended to get. You grab a glass from the cabinet and fill it with water from the tap. You run your hand through your now wet hair.
"Karkat, you want anything." You say in the direction of the couch. You half expect him to throw a crumpled paper at you or something. You wait for some kind of response.
When no response comes you wander back to the couch only to find Karkat sprawled out on his stomach dead asleep. At first you are alarmed. Thinking back as far as the day you brought him home you realise that never once has he slept in any other way than curled up in a ball. Slowly you calm down. You can tell that there is nothing wrong, which leads you to think that he has finally become comfortable with you. Your eyes leave the back of his head and roam down to his back, left uncovered by the blanket.
Quietly you kneel down on the floor next to him and reach out to his scar. You run your hand down the entire length of it, feeling the uneven skin. From the little knowledge about scars that you have, you know that it never healed properly, and at some points you see dark grey flecks that look like little chunks of metal. You really wish you knew more about his past. You wish you knew how to help him.
You cover him back up with the blanket and walk to the front door, closing it quietly behind you. You need some time alone, to hate the person who did that to him. You stop walking, thoughts buzzing in your head. Only one is at the front of your mind. Why do you care so much about this boy?
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You close your eyes, safe in the feeling that you no longer have to hide one of your biggest secrets from him.
and we have entered the double digets c:
and I feel worse and worse about what I'm doing to Karkat TT^TT
thank you all so much for reading this fanfic c:
without the thought of the fact that my writing makes other people happy, I don' think I would have started writing again. When I was in fourth grade I decided that I wanted to be a writer, but I lost confidence by seventh grade. Knowing that you all read this makes me want to become a writer again. From the bottom of my heart, thank you all so much