Karkat can feel his blood-pusher pound as Cuthbert leans in close to him. Why couldn't he choose one kind of flirtation and stick with it? Karkat likes Terezi flushed, not Cuthbert. Stupid fucking humans and their inability to keep it in one quadrant. He can't even tell if Cuthbert is mocking or sincere--and he's not entirely sure if Cuthbert can either.

A silver parachute floats down to land on the two of them.