John had a bad day.
John Egbert x Karkat Vantas
It has been a rough day.
Everyone has those days at least once.
Those days when since waking up, everything seems to have turned for the worse, and everything seems to suddenly hold deep-seated grudges, and not even anything necessarily had to happen to give that impression. But there the cloud forms and broods and follows all day, for no apparent reason, and every worry, every most trivial misfortune, its weight all amplifies without any excuse to. The weight of everything even remotely wrong suddenly gives a smack across the face and walks off.
The Heir of Breath sits in a corner alone on such a day, crying. He feels so alone and so helpless, and he only wants to scream it all out. But no. He keeps quiet and hiccups through sobs in the hopes that no one can hear him.
But Karkat hears.
The Knight of Blood happens to notice John in the corner of an empty block as he passes by.
John realizes Karkat's presence and sniffles into his knees, attempting to wipe his face and pull his hood further down to hide the fact that he has been crying.
But Karkat knows better. He sits next to John and pulls him into his arms while shyly looking away. He mutters.
"CAN'T BULLSHIT ME, DUMBASS..."
Which, in Karkat speech, translates to "I WORRY ABOUT YOU. I LOVE YOU."
Karkat strokes John on the back and shoulders.
"...COME ON. TELL ME WHAT'S WRONG."
John can barely speak, not even into Karkat's chest, for the fact that crying has rendered his voice to a shaky mess.
"j-just... ev-v-verything. everything is wr-rong, a-and... i-i-i-i-i-i don't even kn-now!"
Speaking at all triggers the tears to erupt again.
Karkat continues to stroke him and lowers his head onto John's, whose hood falls back as he does so.
"SO YOU'VE HAD THOSE DAYS TOO, THEN. I THINK EVERYONE HAS THOSE DAYS. FOR NO GOOD REASON, JUST... EVERYTHING DECIDES TO SMACK YOU IN THE FACE AT ONCE FOR NO GOOD REASON BUT TO LAUGH AT YOUR EXPENSE..."
Karkat pauses. John's arms have been folded against the front of Karkat with his hands curled inward, but now they cannot help but grip onto Karkat. The long hood, in windblown motions, wraps around them both like a scarf or a tail.
"I GUESS... WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY IS... I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT YOU'RE NOT ALONE, OKAY?"
Karkat further envelopes John. When he repositions himself, John's heart skips out of uncertainty and unpreparedness for any sort of change at that moment, but then Karkat's knees rest lightly against either side of his ribcage, one leg over both of his, and he presses himself deeper into Karkat's sweater.
"IT'S OKAY, JOHN, I'M RIGHT HERE... I'M RIGHT HERE."
Karkat sits there in silence for a while, without pause in petting him or embracing him. He listens with closed eyes to John's breath in his shirt. He feels his sweater soak through. He waits for John to have let it all out and for the violent heaves to die down to slow breaths.
John finally sits there, having cried himself out, eyes still shut, feeling Karkat all around him. His face continues to rest on Karkat's chest and feels it expand and contract with respiration. He feels Karkat's arms and legs still wrapped all around him. He feels the side of Karkat's face and his neck in his hair. He lets out a long sigh.
"...YOU FEEL BETTER NOW?"
After a few seconds, Karkat feels John nod his head slightly with a small tug at his sweater.
"ALRIGHT... HOW ABOUT WE TRY TO REMEDY THAT FROWN, NOW."
John gives another small nod and moves his hands around Karkat for a soft hug. Karkat returns the gesture.