[It's late, very late, and Karkat is dead asleep after two days of watching him. Dave just takes a keycard, the Pokéball of one of his dearest nighttime friends, and his huge, fluffy blanket out to the hall, padding a few doors down until he deems himself sufficiently far away not to wake his roommate. Not that he's crying. He's not, he's totally not. He's just sinking down against the wall between two doors and huddling in a blanket large enough to drown in, muffling soft, hiccuping, snuffling sounds into fur as he clings to his Umbreon like he's a life preserver.
5/13, night
No more. No more, not ever again, please.]