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Dave was not well known for his patience and tact, a fact that Karkat was well acquainted with. They maintained that living with Dave was bad for their health and would almost certainly result in an early death.
That didn’t stop them from suggesting that they share a bed. Nor was any time wasted convincing Dave.
“...Karkat. Karkat. Kaaaarkat. Karkat.”
There was no way to tell how long Dave had been repeating their name. With an expression equal parts exhausted and seething with rage, Karkat looked up. Their arms were wrapped around Dave, legs entangled and the blanket long since disregarded.
“I really gotta piss, dude. Also, good morning,” Dave said.
“You know I’m awake for the day now,” Karkat snapped. “I’m at the mercy of your putrid human waste system which, like clockwork, has me up at six in the goddamn morning every fucking day. I won’t be able to go back to sleep if you knocked me out yourself, you ass.”
Karkat had not moved during their admittedly lackluster rant, and Dave was giving them a blearily amused look.
“Cool. Still gotta piss.”
Grumbling, Karkat kissed Dave’s cheek before detangling their limbs and turning over. Cool morning air rushed over them and they regretted kicking the blankets away. Their stubbornness kept them from just getting up and retrieving the blanket themself, in a useless attempt at soaking up all of the warmth from their entangled bodies. It was dissipating quickly in Dave’s absence.
When Karkat felt sufficiently cold and lonely, they rolled out of bed with a huff. They retrieved the blanket from the floor, wrapping it around their shoulders as they made their way towards the kitchen. Already the heavy scent of coffee was luring them into the kitchen. Dave leaned against the counter nonchalantly, coffee pot filling and carton of eggs open on the counter.
“What are you doing?” Karkat asked suspiciously.
“I’m gonna Gordon Ramsey us up some eggs, obviously. This was gonna be a breakfast in bed situation but whatever, you brought the bed with you. All burritoed and cozy and fuckin adorable but in an angry, exhausted way. You’re a genius babe I love you.”
Karkat could tell the exact moment that Dave slipped from joking to sincere by the way his face flushed and the fact that he turned around so quickly he nearly slipped on the linoleum.
“Love you too,” Karkat said gruffly even as their own face warmed. “But if you’re making eggs, why do you have the Doritos out?”
“Side dish.”
“I hate you so fucking much.”