==> Go to Dave’s House
It is quite obviously a young man’s house, and you decide that you can forgive it that transgression until this whole… ordeal… is over. Ordeal. That makes you think this is some grand cosmic test, that angels above are staring with unchanging eyes, scrutinizing every actions. Do you aid the murderer? Do you abandon your friend?
It is a blessing that you have never really had faith in anything.
“Does anyone else know…?”
You nod a little, sipping at the cherry ICEE. “Dave. Karkat. That’s it.” Sighing, you flop down on the couch and invite Honeytongue up. He hops up and you pet him, scratching behind his ears absentmindedly. “I don’t think anyone saw, though. But… I’m not sure.” You shrug a little and gulp down the red, and it’s still kind of dull to you. You’re not sure what else there is to say. “We burned my clothes I had on before.”