A month later and he's getting better.
You know it's probably because you check his wrists every day, but at least he's not cutting. At least the cuts heal. At least he's not dead. At least he's still here. With you. Hugging you. Kissing you. Just like before that shit storm happened. You're happy, and he is. Happy to get over this, happy that he's still here. If he died that night, it would've been your fault. It would've been your fault for not going in after him. It would've been your fault for not stopping him. But you did go in, you did stop him. It's not your fault. It's Vriska's.
You press your lips against his in the hallway at school. Karkat has his back against the lockers and his arms around your neck, while you have your own arms wrapped around his waist. You do this so often the teachers gave up caring, and the students don't bully you about being gay because who the hell thinks you care anyway? Well that and you'd probably beat the shit out of them if they bullied you and they know that because well, you're Dave Strider. Nobody messes with you. Nobody. It's why Vriska took her and her rich family and moved to Canada.
The bell rings but you ignore it, kissing him again, hoping he never heard it. He pushes against your chest though, breaking the kiss off. Looks like he heard it. You press light kisses to his face.
"Dave, stop. I have to go to class, and you do too." He says, and with one last push on your chest he's able to get out of your hold, and starts to walk away. You grab his wrist, pulling him back, putting your arms back around his waist and pressing your foreheads together.
"We should ditch," You say, staring into his black eyes. He sighs, pushing you away again, but your hold on his waist just pulls him in closer to you. His head now rests on your shoulder, your chests now pressed together.
"No. Now let go of me." He demands. You release him, obeying for once. He stares at you for a moment, before he pecks your cheek. You manage to not blush, watching him as he turns and walks away.
You watch him until he's gone.
