[Gamzee probably felt Karkat tense up in his lap at Tavros's question. His week had already been shitty enough, he didn't need to know his best friend preferred someone else over him. He was about to push himself off of Gamzee's lap and head back to the school to turn himself in before the taller Slytherin spoke.

His shoulders hunched a little as he buried his face into the front of his hoodie. His head was buzzing with alcohol but he was pretty sure he knew what Gamzee thought of him. His face flushed a deeper red, his heart thumping in his ears. The class clown had just told him that he needed to grow up. That really told him he was a fucking screw up.

He didn't make any noise, just glanced away.]