I apologize for the extended time between the last chapter and this one. I started work and school, and my life has been pretty crazy recently. Thank you to everyone who's bee following this story. You people are wonderful. This chapter is rather short and it's the finale. So. Sorry about that. Next I'll try to write a GamzeexTavros but we'll see how that goes. Enjoy.

Karkat woke. In his arms, John continued to sleep peacefully, but with this obnoxious little snore that made Karkat wonder how he could have slept through it.

He had no idea what time it was, but it was still relatively dark outside. He rose quietly as to not rouse John from his slumber. Karkat then found his boxers and pulled them over his hips. After that was his jeans, then he browsed through John's closet and chose a very soft sweater to cover his torso. It was a v-neck, which was stupid, but Karkat didn't really care at the moment. He looked back at John. He was adorable. Karkat leaned down and planted a soft kiss to John's forehead which caused his to moan slightly and shift. He then launched himself into a sitting position and looked around, "Karkat?"

"Oh my fucking God, what?" Karkat replied.

"I thought you left…" John admitted, rubbing his eyes and blushing slightly

"Where the fuck would I go?" Karkat sat on the edge of the bed and handed John his glasses from the nightstand.

John put them on, "I don't know…away?" He inched his hand into Karkat's, "I just don't want to mess this up again."

They stared at each other. Then Karkat pressed a kiss to John's lips, "I don't want to this fucked up, either, dumbass."

"Is that my sweater?"

"Shut the fuck up."

As John dressed, Karkat went to the kitchen to make coffee. Then realized that the last time he checked, the power was out. He decided he would at least turn something on to see if it worked. He tipped-toed around his sleeping friends, all piled in the living room on couches and sleeping bags. He felt bad for ignoring them yesterday. He would have to apologize, as much as he hated saying sorry. His friends deserved it, though.

Karkat checked the kitchen. To his surprise, the appliances seemed to be working. The stove and the microwave were blinking the wrong time at him and a small red light emanated from the coffee pot. He turned on the light just to make sure. It worked to his delight.

"Fuuuuuck, stop fucking with the fucking light," Dave mumbled from the other room.

"Oh fuck," Karkat clicked it off. That was really fucking stupid. Now he was wondering why he thought that was a good idea in the first place.

John was dressed by then and in the living room, "The power's back?"he whispered.

"Obviously, dipshit," Karkat replied.

"Shit, dudes, if you guys are gonna have a fucking conversation like a couple of assholes, then I might as well get up, too," Dave mumbled again, this time into Terezi's back.

Terezi lunged up with her cane in her fist threateningly, "Huh what?" she sputtered sleepily.

"It's okay, Terez, it's just a couple of douchebag early-birds," Dave patted her shoulder.

"To the gallows," She replied, clearly still mostly asleep.

Dave sat up, too, "Yes, hang the bastards,"

Slowly, each of them woke, "We didn't mean to wake you guys," John said, "Sorry about that,"

"And sorry about last night," Karkat pitched in quickly before he lost the nerve to say anything.

"You guys are fine," Jade said, "I'm just glad you two made up,"

"Oh, they made up alright," Dave contributed, "Made up right up their asses."

"What the fuck, Dave?" Karkat almost shouted.

"Hey, I don't give a flying fuck if you two are a couple of queer weirdos having a good time. Shit ain't my place. I'm just glad you guys are no longer throwing drama bombs like it's a fucking world war."

John made breakfast. He and Karkat learned that the power had come back shortly after they went to sleep. The group then took their breakfast to the living room and played Scrabble in piles of pillows and blankets and sleeping bags while they ate. By the end, Dave and Terezi had won and they paraded around the room rapping about being word masters.

The news reported that the roads were relatively clear-ish with a few exceptions. With this new found information, Karkat decided that he should go back to his place. Gamzee really shouldn't be left alone for so long, and in all honesty, Karkat was worried for his best friend.

So he decided to leave earlier than everyone else.

John told Karkat to keep the sweater. Karkat tried to pretend he was less happy about this than he actually was, but John smiled like he saw right through Karkat's stupid disguise. John said he would bring over Karkat's clothes later, and Karkat took that as a good excuse for John to visit.

John and Karkat exchanged their goodbye kisses with promises to see each other soon. The others whooped and hollered like they were in fucking grade school (mostly from Dave). As Karkat stepped out, he thought about how things were starting to get better. He stomped through the snow with a slight smile on his face and a cigarette dangling out of his mouth. It was cold as fuck out but his heart was warm for the first time in a long time. It was a strange feeling, but he could get used to it.

But with all this good-feeling crap, Karkat had to bring himself back down to Earth. Things weren't going to be perfect, and Karkat knew that. He was too angry to socialize with the general population and hated pretty much everything. Then there was John. John was happy and emotionally inept and socially challenged. That was a potentially flammable situation. They would get frustrated. They would fight. Of course. But maybe this time it'll take less than a year for them to work through it.