"So I guess welcome home." Karkat spoke softly to himself, as the other boy was wandering around the tiny apartment. The place was not very large. One living room with a kitchen built in. a small TV and radio with a couch. It had one bathroom with only a toilet, sink, and shower; Then only one bedroom with a twin bed and a window. A very small apartment, but it kept Karkat living.

Karkat was kicked out by his parents at the age of fifteen, when he ended up cursing too much and not getting well enough grades. His parents were strict, so another reason why he was kicked out was exactly that. All he lives on now is macaroni and cheese, but he seems to be just fine with that.

Gamzee plopped himself down on the couch. "Well hey bro, where should I put my bag o' goodies?" He spoke.

"Just put your clothes in the sink, ill wash them for you. Just go and get cleaned up, you smell like rotten cheese and dead animal shit." Karkat spoke in his most blunt tone. Gamzee nodded and shuffled over to the sink and took out the two pairs of clothes he had. Placing them in the sink, he might as well wash his face. Having all of this paint isn't so nice to wear all the time.

Karkat walked over to the bedroom, to get an extra blanket for the other boy, and placed it on the couch. When walking back to the couch, he saw the sight of Gamzee without his makeup on. This was a first, so he just stood there for a while as Gamzee was walking over to him. The other boy pulled Karkat onto the couch, smirking. Gamzee started to wiggle his fingers and gave the other a large grin. "Tickle time bro!" Gamzee exclaimed, and started to reach in for Karkat. In an instant, there were laughs and giggles everywhere. It was just, out of nowhere.

After them both moving around and tickling each other for a good ten minutes, Gamzee ended up pinning Karkat to the couch cushions. They had both stopped giggling, and started to get a bit more serious. They both started to gaze at each other, and their eyes both wandered around each other's body and face. Karkat finally broke the silence and spoke in a soft tone, not very usual for him. "Gamzee, I meant to tell you something."

"Well what is it my bro?"

"That I.."

That he cared for him, more than anything; in a friendly way though, but maybe there was more than that?

Karkat's hands wandered around Gamzees body, finally landing on his higher thigh, and he pushed them out, leading into Gamzee falling on top on him. Gamzee just blinked, and hoped that he had not done anything wrong.

"…need to take you in." Karkat spoke, as he took out of his back pocket, a letter from Gamzee's father.

On the letter stood:

Dear my son,

I am sorry to tell you this on such short notice, but right now I have gotten the West Nile Virus, so I will not be able to have enough strength to keep me going. I have told a person that is okay with you around, to take you in. I know you will stay strong my son.

-Dad

After reading the latter, and Karkat looking at Gamzees reaction through the whole thing, he saw little tears, sputter out of his friend's eyes. As he looked emotionless, he dropped the letter onto the ground, and gave Karkat a squeezing hug, as tears started to fall out, more and more every second. Karkat could just hold onto his friend, hoping for him to calm down. Gamzee loved his father, he could not bear this. Karkat knew this would be hard, so all he did was just hug him, and comfort him all throughout the night. Hours later, Gamzee had started to get to fall asleep, still in the same position as before. Just before Karkat were to fall asleep after, he spoke a small phrase.

"I'm so sorry Gamzee."