Well, you really fucked up. You just knew this was going to happen sooner or later. Terezi tried to evade the room before he even had a chance to open his eyes. He grunted and turned, stretching out his arms – a tale-tell sign of his awakening. Even so, she wasn't going to just run out into the hallway of witnesses. With very little time at her disposal, the blind girl attempted at climbing through the vent shaft. Air currents drifted in the opposite direction of it, so finding the exit wasn't difficult. The hard part, rather, was locating the handle that would open her escape.
"Terezi?" Karkat muttered in confusion as he sat up, rubbing his native yellow-black eyes. He wasn't sure how long he was asleep (to him, it only felt like a night or so). Terezi gave up on the vent and walked back over to the horn pile with no change of her sad decorum. The last memory Karkat had of her, in fact, was by her tree-house. To see her mood unchanged was very discerning. He was coaxed to stand.
"Are you still-?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry,"
"You have nothing to be sorry of."
"Everything, really." He shifted his stature, hand on his arm.
"Karkat, I'm not kidding."
"Neither am I."
She had no idea what he was going on about. Of all people, he shouldn't feel bad. Despite, he kept talking. "I remember when we didn't even meet these dancestors. I truly fucked up with you." Terezi pulled her hood's snout down further to cover more of her face. "I told you things that I wouldn't tell my worst enemy, and I don't know why that is. I've always liked you, and this stupid, aggressive nature of mine royally fucked everything up – and that's not an excuse. You would've been happier with Dave than with me, anyway. So, I'll say it again. I'm sorry. What I did was inexcusable." All Terezi did to regard this was lower her posture into a relaxed and concerned pose, "You're just tired, Karkat… You don't know what you're saying." She placed a hand on his shoulder and tried to escort him outside the room. He stayed firm in his place. "I know what I'm saying."
They shared an awkward silence for a bit. "That thing you said," Terezi started, "about me being happier with Dave. What did that even mean?" It was out of conjunction to the main point of the conversation, but she was curious. "You two share multiple common interests. Us? We barely share any." They stood in the quiet for a while again. Terezi played with her fingers, clicking her nails together in time with her thoughts – tapping at a rapid beat. "That's what makes it fun, you know." she reasoned. This caused Karkat's solemn look to transform into one of a more sentimental caliber. How many sweeps did he spend with this troll without knowing this obvious answer? "I would be glad to have either of you. You're both very special guys," she pulled her hood down with a smile that Karkat waited so long to see again, "and as my scourge sister used to say – which one is it? Advance or abscond, Vantas?"
Dumbfounded and still surprised at her face's showing, he had panicked, "What do you mean by that?" She took hold of his wrists and gave him a light kiss, one he never expected to get again. She pulled back with the same smile as before, "I missed you."
Karkat's heartbeat quickened and his nails dug into his palms with nervous notation. "I missed you too," he said, staring into the red eyes of one who couldn't see his sincere expression. The beat of his heart, quickened before, had dropped and his fingers loosened. His smile quivered, trying to repress his colored tears from appearing. Being a mutant blood, if he were to be caught crying, he could be immediately executed. Nonetheless, he hugged her tightly and buried his reddened face in her shoulder. Sure, his eye opened once or twice to check the skies for imperial drones, but the moment was still and limitless. "I'm overstepping boundaries here, but can I be in your red quadrant?" he inquired, a shake in his terrified voice. Knowing that Dave was already in her chart, he crossed his fingers. As if she would abandon him– "Sure."
He wiped his tears as he raised his head. The remnants of the liquid left behind will take a minute or two more to soak back into his skin.
"So you weren't lying?"
God, do I really sound that insufferable? I'm a wriggler.
"Did you think I was?"
"No; I just think it's too good to be true."
"Flushed for you," she replied.
"Flushed for you too."
They shared another kiss, this time more passionate than the last. They nipped at each other's skin and were enveloped by nirvana.
"Why don't we go somewhere more private? You know, like… someplace not right in front of an entry-way?"