Gamzee’s chest fell heavy, breath going ragged with adrenaline. He reached into his pocket, pulling out and tearing open a ziplock bag. He held the damp cloth as he crouched down, straddling the terrified mutant.
“Gamzee, please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Karkat croaked, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.
The clown stifled his pleas by roughly fixing the rag over Karkat’s mouth.
Karkat whimpered, his hand pressing over Gamzee’s. Not in attempt to push the clown away, but as a last resort to pacify him.
He didn’t even blink.
Karkat’s head rolled back, beginning to hyperventilate against the cloth as the bitter taste of chemicals filled his throat.
Gamzee twisted, pulling Karkat into his lap. “I love you… I love you, I love you…” He mumbled, brushing his lips against Karkat’s neck
