The Gryffindor flinched visibly when Tavros started shouting, his hands clenching into fists under the hem of his shirt as he stood there, goosbumps beginning to appear on his skin from the cold and the fact that he was still wet from the rain. He hadn't wanted anyone to know. He felt so ashamed, so disgusted in himself. He wasn't a Gryffindor. He wasn't brave or whatever. He was a coward, plain and simple.

He'd never heard Tavros so angry before. Not even when they'd fought that one time in third year, he'd never heard him so pissed off. Karkat shook his head, still not looking at his b...no. He couldn't think of the other boy like that. He didn't deserve to be Tavros's boyfriend. Not when Tavros could do so much better than a used mudblood like him.

"I was coming here to break up with you," he said, somehow finding the words to speak. "You deserve better than me."