The simple act of Karkat making physical contact is in some way like turning the volume down, dimming lights, or spitting out the terrible taste; being a point of attention gives Blue something very distinct to focus on and let the rest start to blend into the background.

He drags a hand down enough to peer at Karkat through his fingers, eyes dilated and wide.

I need– His jaw clenches tighter, preventing him from even trying to speak. Telepathy it is. A minute. Are we safe? There's a lot...