Yeah? That's not what you said ... [No, he really doesn't want to go there. Not right now, when there's a warm feeling glowing in the pit of his stomach, making him feel all happy and squirmy at the same time. Kissing both of the people that matter most to him in the world; damn, he'd never even thought he'd get to do this.

The thought reminds him of his best friend, and his eyes flick up to Karkat, sitting there with his hands in his lap and looking kind of lonely.]

Shit, bro, you be looking like you got your saddest face on, kinda. [That's pretty much completely unacceptable, so the Slytherin pushes himself up on his hands and knees, crawls over to the smaller boy, frames Karkat's face with his hands, and pulls him into another kiss, this one deeper and more enthusiastic, since he thinks he won't get shoved away.]