[Karkat settles back into Gamzee's hold, draping his arms over his knees where he drew them up. If he noticed the change of tone in the other's voice he doesn't say anything; he's used to the Slytherin's fucked up shit after all.]

It wasn't really anything special. My dad was out all the time so it was mostly just me by myself, since mom was killed earlier that year. [Kids should usually still be upset at this point at the loss of one parent, but Karkat wasn't any kid. He hid his emotions well.] Just a little house in a cul de sac in California. Shitty neighbourhood.