Closure (Karkat X Reader)

Chapter 6

After the movie and more nonstop bickering, Kankri insists that Karkat walks me over to my apartment. Before we leave, however, he plops a set of keys in my palm.
"I realize that you are technically independent, but please do not hesitate to come for help if you find yourself in trouble. Karkat will give you both of our cellphone numbers, and please do have a good night."
"Thank you, Kankri, I had a very nice time!" I reply, turning to the door to see Karkat in the middle of a large facepalm. I don't call him out for it, but instead just step out into the damp night air. The rain is pouring now, so he brings out a large umbrella. Once walking down the stairs, he finally gives off a sigh of relief.
"That was hell on Earth, and I am quite frankly sorry that you had to deal with it."
"Naw, I liked your brother. He was... informatively nice."
"If only you lived with him."
"He's not that bad, Karkat."
"U-huh. Where's your apartment?"
"Over there, in building B." I say, pointing to our right. We walk in its direction, our bodies almost touching under the black umbrella.
"Sooo... I guess you like romcoms?" I ask, trying to spark up a conversation.
"Was that not obvious?"
"Well, yeah, it was, but I'm just trying to find something to talk about."
"Well, yes, I do love romcoms, then. What about you?"
"I like a lot of genres, I guess, but I do like horror..." through the dark and rain, his evident shiver is still incredibly visible. "What? Do you not like being scared, Karkat?"
"Fuck no." I give a dubious smile.
"Oh, really? I may just have to have you watch one... this weekend, maybe? Or how about tomorrow? We could watch the Shining."
​​"Didn't I just say I hate being scared?"
"Everyone does! But that's the thrill of it, don't you think?"
"I hate being scared, and I sure as hell would like to keep it that way "
"You're fooling yourself."
"No, I'm not."
​​​​​​"Yes, you are," He sighs as we climb up the steps to the building. "and so we're definitely watching it within the next week. It's inevitable. Just consider it payback for making me watch an Alternian comedy in which I no clue as to what kind of romance was going on at any time."
"Whatever," he says with reluctant compliance.
"AWW YESSS," I cheer as we reach the door to my apartment, unlocking it and pausing before I go inside. "But, anyways, I still enjoyed your alien romcoms." He faces me, his exterior softening a sly bit.
"Really?"
"Yeah! I mean, the human one was pretty good, and this one was still a lot like that. It was also interesting to see Troll Will Smith in a movie. He's a pretty decent actor."
"He is the best actor in the history of everything and that is no fucking debate." I laugh, but he manages to keep a straight face for a few seconds until he finally cracks a smile.
"See? You're not a hardass. But anyways, I had a nice time. I'll see you in the morning...?" He nods.
"Yeah, I'll pick you up front at eight. I know it's really fucking early, but my brother insists on me being there before the crack of dawn, so we could still grab some coffee if you want."
"Sure, that sounds good. See you tomorrow, Karkat."
​​​​​​"Yeah, you too. Goodnight, y/ n."
"Goodnight," I say, closing my door as he walks away. I turn to face the complete box-mess that I call my home and sigh. Though it's dark out, it's only seven, so I decide to do some dreaded unpacking. Ugh. I waltz to the first box in arms reach and open it to reveal a bunch of picture frames. seriously? Out of all the boxes I could have chose, I just HAD TO COME ACROSS THE MEMORY BOX?!
Annoyed, I still decide that it's better to take them out now rather than later. I carefully take out the first frame. It's me and my dad at one of my birthday parties. I'm just about to blow out the candles to the fake, but I remember mom wanting a picture first, and me whining about it until I finally complied to the dreaded picture trap that every child is sucked into. I remember her asking me what she'd have to remember me, aside from photos, when I was in college. In retrospect, it should've been what I would have to remember her when she was gone.
Nope, I think. I can't do it. Not today. Instead, I find the toaster box and unpack the toaster. Good enough.
After my hard work at unpacking, I flop onto my bed and put on a marathon of cheesy movies on Netflix until I fall asleep.