Dave listens without moving his gaze from Terezi's and Vriska's doors, and only when Karkat finishes does he snort quietly to prove he hasn't suddenly been replaced with a Dream Davebot.
"Bro, you make no sense when you're asleep. Just FYI."
And he does move, now, rearranging his feet to sit cross-legged and running one hand back through his hair. His eyebrows are drawn together behind his shades.
"Look, you can't overthink the timelines or you'll fuck yourself over. I can't think about the timelines without getting totally messed up, all right? The whole thing's dumb as hell." Dave rocks forward a bit, like he's about to get up but changes his mind at the last minute, and stills. He stares at his shoes like there's a complex math problem to work out there.
"I hate it," he says, but then he groans and tilts his face up towards the ceiling. Or where the ceiling would be if Karkat's dreamscape made any sense. "Christ. Forget I said that. This is a dream, you can do that, right? But seriously, that self-obligating back-from-the-future fate shit just--doesn't sit right with me. Which I guess is ironic, for a Time player. In an unironically lame way." He leans back onto his hands and looks off to the side, away from Karkat. "I only do it here because it doesn't matter. The time loops, I mean. They don't mean anything."
After a moment, he tucks his chin in lower with a 'ch' noise. "What I'm trying to get at is." God, what the fuck is he trying to get at. "Don't think about it and it won't eat at you as much. Okay, awesome, that sounded a lot less toolish in my head. Cool."
It's his turn to flop onto his back, hands pressed over his face. "Maybe you're overestimating how much of a fuck-up you are, though," he mutters into his palms. "Just a thought."
Karkat why can't you ignore these problems like everyone else
"Bro, you make no sense when you're asleep. Just FYI."
And he does move, now, rearranging his feet to sit cross-legged and running one hand back through his hair. His eyebrows are drawn together behind his shades.
"Look, you can't overthink the timelines or you'll fuck yourself over. I can't think about the timelines without getting totally messed up, all right? The whole thing's dumb as hell." Dave rocks forward a bit, like he's about to get up but changes his mind at the last minute, and stills. He stares at his shoes like there's a complex math problem to work out there.
"I hate it," he says, but then he groans and tilts his face up towards the ceiling. Or where the ceiling would be if Karkat's dreamscape made any sense. "Christ. Forget I said that. This is a dream, you can do that, right? But seriously, that self-obligating back-from-the-future fate shit just--doesn't sit right with me. Which I guess is ironic, for a Time player. In an unironically lame way." He leans back onto his hands and looks off to the side, away from Karkat. "I only do it here because it doesn't matter. The time loops, I mean. They don't mean anything."
After a moment, he tucks his chin in lower with a 'ch' noise. "What I'm trying to get at is." God, what the fuck is he trying to get at. "Don't think about it and it won't eat at you as much. Okay, awesome, that sounded a lot less toolish in my head. Cool."
It's his turn to flop onto his back, hands pressed over his face. "Maybe you're overestimating how much of a fuck-up you are, though," he mutters into his palms. "Just a thought."