Tavros's eyes widened- and it wasn't a slight thing, they pretty much went as big as saucers, eyebrows shooting up as high as they could possibly go. He hadn't been expecting that. Not at all. Had he been hoping? Y- no! No, it hadn't been on his mind at all. Okay he'd thought about it, but he'd pushed all those kinds of thoughts away, because he wasn't supposed to want it. He wasn't supposed to at all, so every time the thought slithered into his mind, he pushed it right back out.

So why was he not recoiling in horror? Why wasn't he shouting no, that it was wrong and they weren't supposed to do that? Sure they were helping each other out, but... it still... he still wasn't- he...

Why were the butterflies in his stomach doing a weird victory lap in his stomach? Why were his palms sweaty, his cheeks pink, why did he want it? He swallowed again despite the fact his mouth was dry, and then he shifted a little. He knew he had to say something, he couldn't let Karkat just sit there forever waiting for an answer. But he didn't know what to say. What were you even supposed to say to that, when you were terrified of even the thought o- oh crap there went some word vomit.

"Yes!"

Lousy good for nothing word vomit, spilling out before he could even stop it, before he could even decide on what to say.