It had been a long day with just... everything going on. From Jane being well, Jane, to the stress caused by Dirk and Gamzee's deaths. You decided to check in on your friend. Giving a cautious knock before poking your head into the room, you saw Karkat at his desk with his head in his hands, grabbing his nubby horns in frustration.

"What, and I can't stress this enough, the FUCK could you POSSIBLY need from me?" he snapped, glaring at you.

His sharp fangs showed in threat, signaling that he was beyond pissed off. As the one seen as the leader of the group, you had no doubt he was stressed to hell and back more so than everyone else. Despite his anger directed at you and the threat of his sharp teeth and claws, you felt a pang of empathy.