[ this is all the opposite of what karkat wanted. he kind of just stares blankly for a moment, wondering how the fuck did they go from his first text to dave today to. this? he might be panicking, slightly. ]

I'll tell you when I get injured. I'll give you an essay every time I get a paper cut. I just-- what I was saying before, about the blood thing. It's something that bothers me and makes me uncomfortable but I am trying to get over that. But with the whole-- not wanting to go public thing. What if, I might want to actually do it? But you keep telling me that it won't ever happen, but how the fuck do you even know that?

[ he shifts his position, so that he's now just leaning over dave. ]

You are not the only person here who is fucking everything up by what you do or don't say. Look, I'm doing it right now? And maybe the shit you have bottled up is going to hurt me, but I don't think it'll hurt any worse than it does right now?