[And there was the guilt, eating at him from the inside. Subjecting Tavros to consoling him? What the fuck was he doing? If he was in any state of general coherence, he'd hoof it back to the terminal he'd started out at and just sit there and stew until this all went away. Why did he even think coming here was a good idea? Selfish, man, selfish. Wasn't a good color on him, you know?]

[C-come on. Pull yourself together, stupid clown. No more childish tantrums. At least for now? Come on, fuckhead!]

[It's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay. He didn't want to hear it from Tavros - I mean, he wanted to hear it from him, but he didn't want him to ever have a need to say it. Gamzee forced a hopeless chuckle out of himself, trading wringing his hands for balling the bottom of his shirt up in his hands.]

It's cool, motherfucker. I'm cool, we cool. All chill.

[He turned his head a little to the side, looking at Tavros again, finally.]

All chill, little bro. Don't be havin' no more worries on me, yeah?

[He grinned, slowly. It was a surprisingly easy thing to do, with Tavros around.]