[Gamzee just blinks at him for a few moments. Oh. Huh. Then he takes the last few steps to Karkat and finally allows himself to wrap his long arms around the smaller form, pulling the other boy up against his lean chest. He smells the way he always does, though with a particularly off mishmash of herbal tang and floral scents, and the crinkle of paper.]

Motherfucker [the Slytherin starts solemnly] you're about the only dude who would act like I would all up and stop being your friend, who would really think I'm such a douchebag that I'd completely abandon you for chickenshit like that. And I ain't even mad about you thinkin' that, cause I know you. Now take a motherfuckin' chill pill and mellow the fuck out, best friend.