The third time Dave Strider saw Karkat Vantas, he heard his voice. He'd seen him one too many times for it to be coincidence, and he was left with the startling realization that the circles they worked in, their lives, were melding together. So he said hello, and he introduced himself, and he basked in the sweet caramel tones dropped from chewed light pink lips, secretly wondering if perhaps Karkat Vantas was a vision of perfection. And when they parted ways fondly to continue their days, Dave realized they were finally acquaintances. They were not friends. And they most certainly were not lovers, but Dave knew that his heart, which skipped a beat in the gorgeous boy's presence, wouldn't mind possibly changing that.