When Karkat pulled away, the realization that he was doing something he probably wasn't supposed to hit Tavros, and he froze with his hand still outstretched. His face was slowly turning even more red, and he bit his lip nervously as he finally withdrew his hand from midair, where he clasped his hands together and started twiddling his thumbs awkwardly in his lap.

Tavros didn't know if he should apologize or not, and he wished that he could just... stop doing things like that, since it seemed to make everything worse. And then there was the voice in the back of his mind telling him that he shouldn't even be doing anything like that with Karkat because he was a boy, and the whole point of figuring things out was to hopefully figure out that he wasn't like that.

But it just wasn't happening, and he was starting to feel frustrating. "Anyone who doesn't, is a jerk..." he murmured softly, trying to just push away all those thoughts he was having. But the conflict probably showed a little in his face, because it wasn't like he was good at hiding his emotions. "S-So...um," but he didn't even know what he was even asking, he was mostly just talking to keep himself from focusing on his thoughts. "Uh..." He let out a frustrated sigh. "I don't, even know what to say, right now."