At Karkat's command, he immediately tried to quiet himself down, though it wasn't so easy. He let out a few choked sounds, swallowing, trying to hold them back just so he didn't disobey Karkat. He wanted to at least do something right for once, if only the one small thing like that. But it wasn't possible for him to stop completely, and he shook harder from the effort of trying to suppress them.
He didn't look at Karkat when he leaned down, he just stared down at his own lap as tears spilled down his cheeks and his lip quivered. After a few seconds he bit it to make it stop. He listened to Karkat speak, and the entire time he just wanted to disagree with him. That wasn't true, he'd pushed Zuko to feel happy about being family with Xion. That was what had started this in the first place- or at least, pushed it in this direction.
But more than that, he just couldn't believe that Karkat would actually be able to feel that way. Not after how he'd made life so hard for him lately. Tavros felt responsible for everything, felt like it was completely his fault all because he was confused. He wished he'd never even started that dream journal, because that had started everything. It was his fault. If he'd just kept quiet, maybe Karkat wouldn't be so miserable.
"H-how," Tavros started, his voice a choked whisper. "How can, y-you even, say any of that, wh-when I've just, m-made everything s-so hard, for you?" He still didn't look up at Karkat, he just wiped at his eyes even though the tears were still coming. When it proved futile, he let out a whine and buried his face in his hands again, shaking his head back and forth in frustration.
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He didn't look at Karkat when he leaned down, he just stared down at his own lap as tears spilled down his cheeks and his lip quivered. After a few seconds he bit it to make it stop. He listened to Karkat speak, and the entire time he just wanted to disagree with him. That wasn't true, he'd pushed Zuko to feel happy about being family with Xion. That was what had started this in the first place- or at least, pushed it in this direction.
But more than that, he just couldn't believe that Karkat would actually be able to feel that way. Not after how he'd made life so hard for him lately. Tavros felt responsible for everything, felt like it was completely his fault all because he was confused. He wished he'd never even started that dream journal, because that had started everything. It was his fault. If he'd just kept quiet, maybe Karkat wouldn't be so miserable.
"H-how," Tavros started, his voice a choked whisper. "How can, y-you even, say any of that, wh-when I've just, m-made everything s-so hard, for you?" He still didn't look up at Karkat, he just wiped at his eyes even though the tears were still coming. When it proved futile, he let out a whine and buried his face in his hands again, shaking his head back and forth in frustration.