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Did you know that physical affection is one of the biggest goddamn mysteries of the universe? Shit. You're used to locking the world out at twelve paces - reflective lens, stoic face - and it's weird, it's weird, it's fucking Quark matter all up in here.

(Way too hot, way too dense, a primordial goddamn soup. Jade told you about it once, but you can't put that on the label, people might think you actually have realtalk hour with your friends.)

Trail off, spin a story, deflect from the issue.

Right.

Did you know that physical affection is one of the biggest goddamn mysteries of the universe?

Subsection 1, article A: You agreed to watch some shitty movies with Karkat and now here he is, just napping on you like it's no big deal. Yeah, that's a lie. It's a big deal. It was a big deal when you first went from brief, affirmative, manly shoulder-pats to literally anything else. (The first hug was awkward as shit and you're glad both of you were too cagey for it to be in public.) So here's this big deal, right, and -

Subsection 1, article B: This is way better than the shitty movie ever was. Sometimes you're still easily spooked, the both of you, and yet here you are goddamn oozing onto this couch like a puddle of cats. You can kinda glance down and see him without the black tinge of your glasses, the way he's slumped against your side. The grey's a little lighter, the horns are a lot more colourful. He's a bit blurrier, but that's what the lenses are for, you guess.

(Yeah, the goggles do something useful. Eat your heart out, TVTropes.)

You'll probably have to get up eventually, but honestly, fuck that noise.

Physical affection is one of the biggest goddamn mysteries of the universe and here you are being all sciencey and shit.