Gamzee seems to think he's answered you enough, and just cuddles into your shirt – which oops, you haven't changed yet. You notice you're not wearing your jacket, though you have no memory of having taken it off. Both of you still have your pants on, for which you are grateful, but his hands are wandering to squeeze themselves between your back and his floor. It's not until he's gotten the first snap undone that you realize what he's doing - taking it off - and it takes until the second for you to regain enough mental function to protest.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" you screech, and start thrashing until he moves away and sits up. You are momentarily distracted by his wings again.

"You was just getting your Karkat on," he laughs, and you're sitting also, nap be damned, and reaching behind your back to put the fasteners back together. Was he really just going to take your shirt off just like that? Or was he just trying to freak you out?

"That was not okay, I think." You're surprised at the conviction in your voice, if not the words. "I like my clothes to be on my body, when I'm around other people. I like them on when I'm not around other people, too."

"Aww, fuck man, that wasn't cool of me, was it? Not giving no warning when I'm to be taking a motherfucking bro's threads off."

You're getting close to screaming in frustration. He's getting close to shirt-removing range.

You bet his hands away, then stop when you realize you just hit one of your friends. Your pause is taken as permission to continue, and rips the snaps apart all at once so it's just your shoulders holding the cloth up.

"GAMZEE!"

"What?" The clown gives you an innocent, hurt look. "Can you not be yelling, I've up and got myself the most unmirthful of headaches." He's probably not eaten a pie for a while then. How long have you been asleep?

"Gamzee, I am leaving," you state as clearly as you can. He starts to protest but you cut him off. "No."

"You were just looking warm, brother," he mumbles as you climb back into your four-wheeled device and re-fasted your shirt. You happen to glance back at him and he's hidden his face in his knees, wings drooping. "Please don't be leavin me alone."

"I don't, want to be near you right now."

You think you hear a sob as you leave the block, but it was likely just your imagination. To your knowledge, Gamzee has never cried, and why would he cry over you anyway?

There's a ping from your mobile communication device before you even manage to leave his hive. You take it out of your happy thoughts modus with some difficulty.

apocalypseArisen [AA] began trolling adiosToreador AT

AA: this timeline is br0ken

AA: i'm g0ing back t0 fix it

AA: just s0 y0u have fair warning

AA: because y0ure partially at fault

AA: alth0ugh n0t really

apocalypseArisen [AA] ceased trolling adiosToreador AT

You reread the message a few times before you really feel you've read it. A sensation of ice cold slush spreads across your chest from the very centre.

Thoughts of Gamzee are pushed from your mind.

You're going to die.

A/N: We never see Tav's modus as far as I remember so I just made one up.