Bro was in the living room with Kami, you knew that much. Probably sprawled on the couch, playing, watching TV, maybe asleep (god, please don’t be asleep, I don’t want to have to wake you up for this), that one, you weren’t so sure of. It was more than just for that reason why you were gingerly edging into the opening from your own room, swallowing back any traces of hesitation; you had been waiting at home for his arrival, rather than staying with Karkat back at the dorm, and he was precisely the reason why.
“Bro?” you bite your lip, speaking tentatively, making your presence known as you approached the couch ...Not that you had to; Bro somehow always knew when you were in the vicinity. “I, uh, heard you and Dirk talking?”
You’ve been steeling yourself for this talk, not knowing just for sure how he would take your request. You already spoke with Dirk about this, and he was immediately in agreement with you. For what reasons, though, you weren’t so certain; did he really see the right of what you wanted to do, or was it just another tactic to get to your eldest brother? Fuck knows Dirk would do a lot of things just to shit on Bro’s nerves. Either way, you knew you had to have this conversation yourself. Take responsibility and all that shit. You couldn’t have Dirk do this for you (and for all you knew, he could’ve fucked it up. He may be the most level-headed out of the three of you, but you were better at dealing with matters that had Bro in the equation.); this was your decision, this would be your responsibility, this was your best friend and boyfriend, for fuck’s sake. If anything, this was at least your end of the bargain to pay to have Karkat on board. If anything happened because of him, it would be on your head, but fuck it, you were going to own up to whatever consequences may come.
