lock it up and leave

John wears his pyjamas like a suit of armour, like the knight of the Green Slime Ghost T-Shirt And Boxers, opens the door without a knock and does not flinch at the shadow curled knee to shoulder on the grubby mattress. When he lowers himself to sit on it, all the springs rasp together with squeaky metal tongues but Karkat doesn’t move; when he lies down meekly with his back to his back Karkat doesn’t move; it’s only when he reaches out for Karkat’s hand that Karkat attempts to kill him.

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