When Karkat spoke, Tavros didn't know what to say. He looked away, down at his feet and tried to figure out what he wanted. Did he want it to continue? He... He was conflicted on that so much, now that he was really thinking about it. In hindsight, everything had happened so fast. But had it been bad? No. Being with Karkat was... honestly some of the happiest times he'd had.
He just didn't want to be gay.
He'd expected to figure out that he wasn't. And yet... Karkat had just pointed out that they'd been being themselves around each other the entire time. So did that mean he was gay? This was so frustrating. So completely and totally frustrating. And scary.
Karkat's words repeated in his mind and he clenched his fists. "I..." he whispered. Did he want it to continue? He asked himself this again, and somewhere in the back of his mind, a little voice answered yes. He did want it to. "Yes," he said, and his voice was barely above a whisper. "But... m-maybe slower," he finally looked at Karkat again and his eyes were a little wide with fright. "I... everything is happening s-so fast, I think..." He let out a frustrated little sigh, "If that's okay. I mean, I just... um, I... maybe we've gotten, a-a little carried away, because of the fact that w-we, um, feel... so much ourselves, with each other. M-maybe we should, uh, s-slow ourselves down... If that, uh, makes sense?"
He was trying to make sense. He was trying to make sense and he was fighting with himself, trying to reach some kind of middle ground. Because he did want to keep going. He just didn't want to be gay. It seemed like it was impossible to reach a middle ground, but he was trying.
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He just didn't want to be gay.
He'd expected to figure out that he wasn't. And yet... Karkat had just pointed out that they'd been being themselves around each other the entire time. So did that mean he was gay? This was so frustrating. So completely and totally frustrating. And scary.
Karkat's words repeated in his mind and he clenched his fists. "I..." he whispered. Did he want it to continue? He asked himself this again, and somewhere in the back of his mind, a little voice answered yes. He did want it to. "Yes," he said, and his voice was barely above a whisper. "But... m-maybe slower," he finally looked at Karkat again and his eyes were a little wide with fright. "I... everything is happening s-so fast, I think..." He let out a frustrated little sigh, "If that's okay. I mean, I just... um, I... maybe we've gotten, a-a little carried away, because of the fact that w-we, um, feel... so much ourselves, with each other. M-maybe we should, uh, s-slow ourselves down... If that, uh, makes sense?"
He was trying to make sense. He was trying to make sense and he was fighting with himself, trying to reach some kind of middle ground. Because he did want to keep going. He just didn't want to be gay. It seemed like it was impossible to reach a middle ground, but he was trying.