Dave might be dumb, but he's good for redirecting the conversation sometimes, and it works now. Karkat breathes out slowly.

"You're the bigger idiot," he mumbles somewhere around his shoulder. "There is no fifth quadrant. That's the point of the word: quad, not quint. You're lucky I don't have more energy to put the sense into your failing thought organ."

God, he's tired. He lets his eyes slip shut, doubting Dave would make him move on a regular day without good reason and even more under the circumstances.

"I don't have any other romantic interests now, either, and I don't do stuff for the cameras."