[It's a space removed from the reaction he expected, and his eyebrows scrunch down behind his shades as it sinks and settles. His wings fold up slowly; his feathers lie back flat. He ignores the question, because fuck that.]

Dude, I was calling you an idiot for pulling on the thing so hard, not saying you literally want to murder me. If you think that's what I think of you—

[He cuts off, shakes his head.]

Nah, forget it. I'm out. I'll chill downstairs and let the eyes keep me company.

[He turns away to float toward the door, if Karkat doesn't stop him.]