There's lots worse motherfuckin' things than someone going to be beating your ass or killing you or some shit. [sincerely, because there really are, like it's way more reasonable to be scared of AWKWARD SITUATIONS LIKE THE ONE THAT MIGHT BE TRYING TO OCCUR IN HIS PANTS AT ARTHUR'S PROXIMITY]

And any kind of being scared is. You know. In your pan. [Not in his head which is elsewhere, and now he's kind of staring at his friend with wide, dark eyes, like a deer in headlights. Gamzee isn't even aware he's being teased, so he just swallows and drops his eyes, trying really, really hard to think about anything else, frog's eggs, or, uh History of Magic homework, and not the other boy's fingers against his temple, under his messy fringe of curls.]