"Uhhhh..." Really, he isn't going to be much help either. There's a faint zing, a tingle, where he can still feel the wet. The wet that's being so very red. He licks at his lip, tasting blood and feeling a bit of a sting as the tug splits open a cracked spot he'd all been worrying with his own teeth. A bit of red. A bit of indigo. All smearing up over his lip and mixing all nice.
Gamzee is confused and worried all up that Dave will leave like he'd been up and pulled away from every motherfucking body else, and he doesn't want Dave to be leaving now. Dave can't. Dave's being all what's familiar here. The only thing that's not so very different. And some of the differences aren't being bad ones, that's true. But they're too much right now. Too much and he's drowning and Dave is here and familiar and he doesn't know what's going on and--
Gamzee realizes he's got a bit of Dave's shirt all in his hands, clinging just a little. Not a big cling. Dave could be up and absconding out of it without even trying. More of a plea in gesture not to go. He'll be alone if Dave goes. Lost in the dark. Scared. Hurting in a way that maybe alone has always hurt, but only now that he's for once not been alone even for a little while--in a way that up and means maybe not being alone again, not all like the Old Goat's visits where he knew he'd be left again--does Gamzee up and really feel the hurt of.
He still feels all flushed right up, and he knows he's got to be showing some of these feels all on his face, and it's so weak but maybe it's okay to be a little weak sometimes. Gamzee just knows that he can't be letting Dave leave just yet. Can't. "Dave--"
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Date: 2012-06-06 08:40 am (UTC)Gamzee is confused and worried all up that Dave will leave like he'd been up and pulled away from every motherfucking body else, and he doesn't want Dave to be leaving now. Dave can't. Dave's being all what's familiar here. The only thing that's not so very different. And some of the differences aren't being bad ones, that's true. But they're too much right now. Too much and he's drowning and Dave is here and familiar and he doesn't know what's going on and--
Gamzee realizes he's got a bit of Dave's shirt all in his hands, clinging just a little. Not a big cling. Dave could be up and absconding out of it without even trying. More of a plea in gesture not to go. He'll be alone if Dave goes. Lost in the dark. Scared. Hurting in a way that maybe alone has always hurt, but only now that he's for once not been alone even for a little while--in a way that up and means maybe not being alone again, not all like the Old Goat's visits where he knew he'd be left again--does Gamzee up and really feel the hurt of.
He still feels all flushed right up, and he knows he's got to be showing some of these feels all on his face, and it's so weak but maybe it's okay to be a little weak sometimes. Gamzee just knows that he can't be letting Dave leave just yet. Can't. "Dave--"