Even Crabs Have Their Soft Spots

"Don't touch me!" John cries out, curling further in on himself.

You retract the hand you were reaching out with to touch his shoulder. You can't help but feel your blood-pusher melting into a vile puddle of goopy feelings at the sight of the broken god before you. You didn't ever consider it, you never thought it was actually POSSIBLE.

Your think-pan definitely isn't prepared for this reality-shattering realization: you, Karkat Vantas, actually PITY John Egbert.