[ he hasn't. karkat was always slight of build, but he'd always had enough puppy fat and muscle to make up for it. now he was rake-thin, unfortunate, grumpy baby-face from his childhood replaced by something almost gaunt. it makes him look hardened. he has a hunted, wary look about him.

he opens up the tin can, uncomfortably avoiding eridan's gaze. he doesn't really know how he feels about him after all this time. he still has the scar on his chest and back from dying. he hasn't forgotten all the things eridan has done, to him and to those he cares about. but he'd be lying to himself if he tried to say he didn't miss him. or worry about him. ]

No one has. Everyone's living rough now; life and easy don't correlate anymore, that is if they ever did, which is doubful. Why do you give a fuck?