[The snuggling was almost nice. It wasn't very often Karkat snuggled by choice, and even with this he'd been sandwiched before he could protest. He reached to take Tavros's booze from him before he could spill it over the musty bed, pushing himself back against Gamzee in the process. He blinked at the awesome comment, a small flush covering his cheeks, glancing down at the Hufflepuff's glass still in his hands. He really, really doesn't want to say her name.]

You know who.