[It made him angry to hear that Tavros wanted to go home. Actually, it didn't make him angry, it made him anxious and fretful, which then equated into anger, because he couldn't seem to deal with any other negative emotion anymore. His brow furrowed in irritation, and his wire jaw set uncomfortably, but he didn't make any other indication of his displeasure.]

[Instead, his hand ran up and down along the filmy, metal spine on Tavros' back - an attempt to comfort the boy holding onto him. Truthfully, Gamzee didn't share his sentiments. He didn't give a shit if he went back. He had nothing to return to. If he did get sent back, back to exactly where he came from like none of this had ever happened, he would go crazy. Not that he already wasn't. He couldn't go from being trapped in a sprawling tower to being trapped on a fucking meteor waiting to die for real. He'd leave his relationships here behind to return to ones that meant absolutely nothing to him back home.]

[Abandoning this train of thought, Gamzee focused on trying to comfort Tavros instead of himself. For once, the person before him held more importance to him than he did.]

It'll damn well be my fuckin' burden if all I motherfuckin' want at it to be.

[He rested his cheek against the side of Tavros' head, just above the boy's horn.]

It be my wicked job to all be makin' fuckin' sure that what you ain't all having the scaredsies up in you, motherfucker. Any fucking thing what your pump biscuit be wanting on be what all I'm gonna be doing for you.

Be fuckin' deader all than a motherfuckin' mirthful doornail before I all give up on findin' you a way home safe, brother.