Gladly.

If you're going to fucking act like this is my fault and throw it all in my face then I don't want to talk to you anymore.

But it is your fault. If you weren't going around acting like you need to take charge when you actually don't, then I wouldn't be so pissed at you.

I do need to take charge! If you don't want to listen to me, then don't, but don't expect me to give a fuck when you get yourself eaten to death.

Can we please not talk about me dying for once?

You're the one who keeps bringing it up!

I haven't even fucking talked about anything related to death and myself this whole conversation until you bring it up!

I don't care. Just shut up, I'm fucking tired of you.

[He's hit and he moves to hit Sollux back, but he freezes when he gets a good look at Sollux's fist, and the bright red blood on it. He doesn't think logically, that Sollux is blind and won't see it. The sight of the blood alone is enough to upset him.]

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Oh fuck what?

[Why haven't you hit him yet?]

I'm bleeding, you fucking asshole!

[Yeah, he's obviously panicking.]

Shit, shit. Just...just fuck off.

I don't see what the big fucking deal is, it's just a nose-bleed.

[Assuming that it's a nose-bleed.]

Oh. Oh. You can't see.

[He's finally looking at him; the blood isn't much. There's some on his fist, a couple drops of it on his shirt. Disgusting, but fixable.]

Okay. I'm sorry I was being an asshole. I just...we need to clean it up, okay?

I'll accept your apology and apologize myself but, why do we need to clean it up? I mean other then the fact that it's blood and kind of disgusting to just leave it on my fist.

[Then something hits him]

It must be because of the color, right? You want to stay anonymous for whatever the fuck reason so you don't want anyone else seeing it?

Yes. That.

Fine. Let's go to whoever's house is closer and clean up then.

My place isn't far. Come on.

[So he's just going to casually reach out and grab onto Karkat's hand or arm or whatever.]

Lead away.

[Once inside, he'll get a wet towel and wipe up the blood on his hands; then he'll start trying to get at the drops of blood on Sollux's shirt.]

God, it's not coming out. Sorry I bled on you.