Karkat wasn't mad at Tavros, no. He was pissed off at Equius. There was really no way to describe the anger he felt towards the Ravenclaw boy. He kept stroking the other boy's hair, rocking a little bit. He had no idea how he knew how to do this, just that it was something that he knew how to do. He didn't care whether or not it made the Hufflepuff feel better, that was beside the point.

He knew the apology was coming before it even left Tavros's mouth. Karkat let another shoosh leave his throat before he lifted his head from his, sighing softly. "Don't be sorry."