It's what Gamzee's been afraid of. That all that stuff they did had bothered Tavros, maybe even made him disgusted or feel really bad, but he hasn't wanted to say anything to Gamzee because he's too nice like that. He gaze drops to the top of his purple trainers, and he bites the inside of his lower lip.

"No, I feel you," he says slowly, after a moment. "I'm really motherfuckin' sorry, Tavros. I wouldn't have never done all those things if- I thought you wanted me to! I mean, I guess you did, back then, but now it's probably all kinds of nasty up in you from all what we did. I'm so sorry, I guess for you, thinking back, that's like ... you know like me getting you drunk and then having myself a great big feel-up/make-out session when you was too wasted to say no. I didn't know, though. For real, I thought you were into me like that!"