While there are certain people that Karkat has automatically sought out, his ancestor wasn't one of them. Not for lack of caring, no--he cared--but for a sort of dread. He knows by now that Signless and Initiate were close, and it's hard to judge how the conversation might go before it happens.
The other worry, that Signless might not know he's back and alive, was set aside by other means. The Psiioniic and Roland found him within a day or so after his return, and there was that broadcast on the day after from Quintus Falxvale naming those who'd been brainwashed and returned. So Karkat waited still.
It's up on the roof again, where most everyone has run into him since his return, that he finally hears his ancestor's voice. He looks up from his book (he's been doing a lot of reading lately) and takes in the sight of horns, hair, skin, all as they should be, all well. Of course, his ancestor wasn't a part of the break-in, but seeing him whole and hale is still a relief after these days. There's relief on his face.
"Thanks. I would have come see you, but I didn't want to..." He trails off into a vague hand motion for lack of the right word. Interrupt, maybe. He's sure that one way or another there had to be a period of mourning.
He pulls his foot down from its chair-cum-footrest, wincing only a little, then waves him over. "Come sit your tall-pantsed ass down, because I'm comfortable and not moving without very good reason."
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The other worry, that Signless might not know he's back and alive, was set aside by other means. The Psiioniic and Roland found him within a day or so after his return, and there was that broadcast on the day after from Quintus Falxvale naming those who'd been brainwashed and returned. So Karkat waited still.
It's up on the roof again, where most everyone has run into him since his return, that he finally hears his ancestor's voice. He looks up from his book (he's been doing a lot of reading lately) and takes in the sight of horns, hair, skin, all as they should be, all well. Of course, his ancestor wasn't a part of the break-in, but seeing him whole and hale is still a relief after these days. There's relief on his face.
"Thanks. I would have come see you, but I didn't want to..." He trails off into a vague hand motion for lack of the right word. Interrupt, maybe. He's sure that one way or another there had to be a period of mourning.
He pulls his foot down from its chair-cum-footrest, wincing only a little, then waves him over. "Come sit your tall-pantsed ass down, because I'm comfortable and not moving without very good reason."