[ Karkat is clinging to the little baggie of his personal belongings the guard shoved into his arms on the way out, incredulous with his past self and how he'd been about to wave sayonara to the station without his phone, his keys, his oyster card or his money. Good job, Karkat. You're an adult. ]

Yeah- probably. I think. God, I'd kiss the ground if I wasn't petrified I'd catch mouth-diarrhoea from this shit hole. I feel like that singing nun when she finally escapes the convent and runs away to marry the rich asshole with plastic hair and too many gremlins. [ Karkat is looking around like he hasn't seen the outside world for days, acting as though his sentence had been more than an overnight stay, and he... really doesn't look ready to face the tube home.

He looks back to his companion. Apparently he wasn't really listening to what Sollux said if his next words are anything to go by. ]

Wanna go for a coffee?