You are now John, and you're flipping your shit.
You've witnessed a determined Dave before, and this is it. You've been in virtually the same position before, only last time, the odds were even less in his favor. He still got you to talk. Sure, it took hours of endless pestering, but eventually the two of you were on Skype, having, as some might put, a feelings jam. And when you say feelings jam, you mean complete disclosure. By the time the two of you logged out, not only were you out of the closet, but the blonde had actually seen the bruises lining your abdomen, and knew exactly where you got them. At the end of the night, you'd spend a good three and a half hours crying, ushering out useless, unintelligible blubbering about how you never even told anyone, never did anything to even slightly hint to your difference, and they still found out. He didn't even mind. He just stayed online, regardless of the fact that he should have gone to sleep hours before, waiting until
These calls became a routine for the two of you; you'd come home, and almost immediately get onto Skype, and Dave would be there, same as always, having been ready for your call hours in advance. He never once said you were weak. He didn't even imply it. Actually, you were the one to do that. He was the one to oppose that opinion, fully indulging himself in the argument each time, even if it usually lasted an hour.
You resign yourself to your undersized excuse for a room, plopping down on your mattress, stomach down. This is where you'd bury your face in the pile of blankets. Too bad you made your bed this morning.
Your friend isn't gonna stop. There's absolutely no way he's going to let this go, and this time, he'll probably be taking your beans away from you with even less hassle than last. He's actually coming the fuck over this time, physically. Just imagine, he's had that much influence on you digitally, how fucking powerful will he be now? Good thing you're predictable; you'll probably break down the minute he enters.
It really sucks that within your first couple months of getting to see Dave in person, you're already avoiding him, and how the fuck do you hide from someone on an asteroid anyway? Avoiding someone who isn't looking for you is one thing, but hiding from a Strider, who's searching in the assiduous way a Strider does everything a Strider deems worth doing, is another entirely. And if he can't find you, his loyal follower will. Seriously, Terezi's nose is fucking amazing, and no matter where you hide, that girl WILL sniff you out.
You would at least try to escape, but all your ideas right now are shit. A prime example being to dip yourself in the lab goo to erase your scent and run so that the loyal follower won't be able to sniff you out. First of all, whatever's in there might actually harm you. Secondly, Dave neither tracks by smell, nor is blind. He'd clearly see the trail of shit behind you. Also, you don't want to be in embryo gel. Gross. You also come up with the idea of hiding wherever it is the clown stays. This idea is dashed at the mere mention of Gamzee. Hell no. You will not go near that freak.
The "smartest" idea you can come up with, is to just surrender, and wait for him to find you in your room. However, the thing is it's not such a smart idea thinking in terms of your relationship with Karkat. He WILL try to end it.
Regardless, you stay motionless, splayed across your small bedding, in the corner of your pimple of a room. He'd find you eventually anyway. You are, after all, stuck on a meteor together.
After a long while, which is probably no more than fifteen minutes tops, your closest friend strides in through your door, shutting it firmly behind him.