[Eridan... Eridan is torn, when he sees Karkat. It has been a while and he's had time to well, get over the thing with Karkat and his prying into his thinkpan and how disgusting it felt and how much he needs to scratch his skin raw again right now and fuck. And the instinct to go over and see if he can help it's still there, strong as ever. He's a worrier at heart. He was more hurt than angry about the whole thing, scared shitless about what Karkat could potentially find inside his rotten head. He swallows hard and winces, before approaching warily and not too much. Just enough he doesn't have to yell to let Karkat hear him.]

...Kar? What's wrong?