[Just sort of fading in and out of the moment, which is obviously much better. In his mind, he's not dying because he feels relatively calm and not gripped by panic like he was before.
Vaguely, he remembers feeling weirdly calm the first time he died. He dismisses it.
It makes the way his skin prickles eagerly under Connor's hands all the more confusing. Is it a will to live or do Connor's hands just feel good? He doesn't have the brain space to remember the fact that Bro is looming over this moment, he does have the brain space to feel troubled by the fact that he likes this attention from Connor specifically.
He's an asshole. He misses Karkat. This is not how the golden years were meant to go.
The weight of his head on his shoulder does wonders to keep him grounded, even if he feels like his chest is aching so bad he could cry. He still leans in to the touch on his face, his gem is starting to pulsate gently and warmth is starting to creep back into him. He tilts his head against Connor's, semi-hiding in all that hair.
Bro's voice really seems to ring out to him, reminding him that he is in fact here. Here, not dead, watching a dude lying on top of him. Dave glances up at him from over his shades with sort of a helpless look. In his mind he thinks it's something like yeah, I'm gay we can talk about it later but it mostly just looks like he's powerless to the gay whims that are keeping him alive.]
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[Just sort of fading in and out of the moment, which is obviously much better. In his mind, he's not dying because he feels relatively calm and not gripped by panic like he was before.
Vaguely, he remembers feeling weirdly calm the first time he died. He dismisses it.
It makes the way his skin prickles eagerly under Connor's hands all the more confusing. Is it a will to live or do Connor's hands just feel good? He doesn't have the brain space to remember the fact that Bro is looming over this moment, he does have the brain space to feel troubled by the fact that he likes this attention from Connor specifically.
He's an asshole. He misses Karkat. This is not how the golden years were meant to go.
The weight of his head on his shoulder does wonders to keep him grounded, even if he feels like his chest is aching so bad he could cry. He still leans in to the touch on his face, his gem is starting to pulsate gently and warmth is starting to creep back into him. He tilts his head against Connor's, semi-hiding in all that hair.
Bro's voice really seems to ring out to him, reminding him that he is in fact here. Here, not dead, watching a dude lying on top of him. Dave glances up at him from over his shades with sort of a helpless look. In his mind he thinks it's something like yeah, I'm gay we can talk about it later but it mostly just looks like he's powerless to the gay whims that are keeping him alive.]