AN: This chapter is mostly just them watching Titanic so... I wrote this while I watched Titanic for the first time :B. It was a VHS tape, soo... Sollux POV like usual.

I'd like to say that things got better from then on. I'ld like to be able to say that I showered Karkat with the love and affection he needed. That he deserved.

But you need to understand how fucking hard it is to change almost everything about yourself. I didn't know how to love him before, and this wasn't exactly a learning experience. I know when to say I'm sorry, when to give him space and when he needs me to hold him.

But that's not really love, is it? Don't take that the wrong way - I love him. I do. I just never really learned how to act when you're in love. I never watched a shitty romcom and I spetn the first six sweeps of my life on a planet inhabited by hate-fueled savages. Which, I guses, so did all my friends. But I think I turned out pretty damn okay.

All my other friends had humans, or - sadly - had watched a romantic comedy with Karkat at least once. I have not had the pleasure of doing so. Yet.

"Grubfucking seedflaps and all that is holy, what time is it?" Karkat growled. He's not what you would call a morning person.

"Dude, it'th almotht noon. Get out of bed already, you inthufferable twat."

We've grown accustomed to early-(to him, anyway)morning vulgarities around here. "You don't have to be a fucking douche canoe, Sollux," he muttered, covering his face with a pillow.

"Yeah, well... There'th food in the kitchen." He rolled over and stared at me like I'd just said I bought him a puppy, then kicked off all three of the blankets we used on that stupid bed. He scrambled out of bed like a kid at Christmastime. Jesus, if food gets him this excited...

By the time I found Karkat again, he was sitting on the couch with the pizza box in his lap. He'd already managed to cram half of a large pizza down his throat.

"Do you even chew your food?" I wondered aloud. "No," he said. Simple as that. I'm not sure if he was being totally serious or not, but I didn't bother to ask.

I left the room briefly, and when I returned with two cans of Diet Coke in hand, he'd eaten another three slices. I sort of just sighed and grabbed the box out of his hands, tossing it to the coffee table. He pouted. "Remind me to never get lunch ever again. You're gonna make yourthelf thick." He shrugged and shifted position so that he was kind of sitting on his knees. I held out one of the cans and he took it.

"So," the was a crack as he opened his Coke, "what's on the agenda for today?" He gulped down half of it before I could even reply.

"You kind of jutht thelpt through a big chunk of the day, KK," I reminded him. "But it'th not like I even have an agenda. It'th Thaturday, do whatever you want."

"Sleep and eat it is, then," he nodded. Like it was the best fucking plan he'd ever thought of. The he suddenly scrunch up his face like the grumpy little wriggler he really is. "Was it always so cold in here?" he asked and I could almost hear his teeth chattering.

"The heat'th not working quite right," I told him. He scowled and grumbled curses under his breath. It was, if I may say, very adorable.

But I wasn't going to actually say that. Hell no.

I'm pretty sure he said something about sleep then, because he sulked out of the room. I don't know how he manages to sleep away half his life, considering he was borderline insomniatic before we came to this planet.

I, however, hadn't steppped foot into the bedroom all week until that morning. I slept on the couch and knocked on the door to wake Karkat up. It was, in a word, stressful.

Karkat'd been sleeping for three hours when I woke him. I felt impossibly stupid, staring down at the box in my hand. Two cassettes, fuck, this movie must be long. But, hell, it's pretty much the only romance movie I know of.

So I'd woken Karkat up to ask if he wanted to watch Titanic with me.

"Are you fucking stupid?" he'd said. "...yes."

Twenty minutes later we were all settled in the living room, sitting as close as you can sit without cuddling. He wouldn't let me fast forward through the beginning. I mean, really? Who cares about a few assholes trying to find the necklace? At least, I think that's what happened.

Apparently the answer to that question is Karkat Vantas.

I forgot to mention, he was wearing his favorite sweatshirt. It was at least three sizes too big and it made him look tiny and adorable. Naturally, I told him he looked stupid.

He scowled. "I'm fucking cold." I ruffled his hair and somehow my arm ended up around his shoulders.

By the time "My Heart Will Go On" started playing for the first time, Karkat was whispering Rose's lines - which I found a little odd but didn't question. When they kissed, he almost squealed and it was so damn cute that I was at a loss for words. And by that, I mean I didn't bring it upon myself to make a snide comment.

I did ask him how many times he'd seen this (I made sure to ask while those assholes from the eginning of the movie were talking). He'd just mumbled, "A few."

"Oh, come on."

"What?"

"How many timeth have you really theen it? Four, five?"

"Eleven, now, I think."

I stopped laughing just in time to hear "Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls," and then I started laughing again. Karkat was angrilly shooshing me the whole time. I quieted down for him, but it's hard not to snicked when an elderly woman proclaims, "It was the most erotic moment of my life."

"You're ruining the movie, Sollux," he growled. I apologized by kissing him on the cheek. It was a daring move, considering it was our first kiss in about a month. If I said it didn't bother me - that it was no big deal - I'd be lying. I was terrified.

Karkat blushed furiously and grumbled something about me being an ass.

I wondered if he wanted me to open doors for him and take him to the stars and put my hands on him. It occurred to me that I really had no idea what he wanted -

Oh Jesus what is this movie even rated? PG-13? Bullshit. Sex in vehicles which do not belong to you is not something you want to show to children.

"Why are they acting like it'th no big deal?" I asked him, after they hit the iceburg - referring to the socialites kicking ice around like it was some kind of sport.

"They said it was unsinkable," he choked. I glanced at him as he rubbed his eyes.

"Aw, dude, theriously?" I groaned. "Nobody even died yet."

"But they will!"

Then the screen went black and he hissed at me to put the second tape in. I scrambled off the couch and did what he said for fear that he would start screaming if I wasn't quick enough.

When I had resituated myself on the couch, he grabbed a fistful of my shirt and pulled me close. Oh god his head was on my chest and fuck- there was no stopping it. We were cuddling. And, by some miracle, I kind of liked it.

My arm was draped around his shoulders again. "They're the only one'th not wearing lifejacketth," I whispered. All I received in reply was "Mhm."

"I don't think muthic will help anything."

"Mhm."

"Chritht, they're jutht gonna leave him there?"

"Mhm."

"Her jacket'th gonna weigh her down."

"Mhm."

"Shit, ith he gonna lothe a hand? He ith, ithn't he?"

He didn't say anything this time. I looked down at him, confused. He glanced back up at me briefly. "I don't spoil things, douche."

"Fair enough," I nodded, and looked back to the television. For the record, he didn't lose a hand.

Also, he should've opened the gate when Jack told him to. Order should've been kept. Those musicians shouldn't have been so cheerful. Jack's a good liar. You're so stupid kiss stupid kiss why'd you do that kiss?

"Jethus," I hissed. Whatshisface, Will? has just chosen the option "bullet to the brain." Karkat nods slightly against my chest.

This is the sad part of the movie, I think. Karkat tightens his grip on my shirt and shivers. People are jumping overboard. Windows burst and there are screaming men and women everywhere. Hail Mary's are recited.

I hear Karkat sniffle. There's a sickening crunch and whine as the ship starts to split.

"He's lying, you know," said Karkat. He's referring to Jack's "I won't let go."

We're silent for a while, until the one boat goes back for surviors. Then, I let out a disgusted "Oh my god." Too many frozen corpses.

Jack is dead, Rose isn't. It is a tragic love story in which there is no "happily ever after."

When it ends, Karkat is obviously crying. He's getting my shirt wet but I'm okay with it.

"...well," I said. He looked up at me and I swear he was never as attractive as he was right then. I couldn't help myself - I leaned in and kissed him right on the mouth. He curled his arm around my neck and it was awkawrd and wet and simply perfect.

I pulled him onto my lap and pressed my lips to his neck. God, he's lovely.

"Sollux," he whispered.

"Mm?"

"What would you... do if I, um... died?"

I closed my eyes. Leave it to him to pick the worst timing, ever.

Fuck, how many times had he wondered this? At least this once. Which was, in fact, once too many.

I pursed my lips, searching for the right words. Nothing I say would be good enough. So, I took an alternate route.

"If you jump, I jump," I said sheepishly. He rolled his eyes. "I'm... serious," he mumbled.

I looked him straight in the eyes. They were getting redder every day and they reminded me of bright red blood, candy red, flowing from cuts, and I shuddered. "So am I."

He blushed and looked away. I moved in to kiss him again, and he didn't protest. It was just a small peck, but his blush turned three shades deeper.

"Oh," I said, "KK. You really need to work on your timing. You sure know how to kill a mood, don't you?"

"Shut up," he growled. I supposed he was right, since kissing and talking don't really mix.

AN: Hahaha you expected a good ending, didn't you? Well I don't know how to write endings so too bad. This is all you get.