Sollux has ducked under a picnic table as Karkat comes running after him, and is already ripping off his hat and mask. The relief of having the mask off his head and not coming his eyes or ears anymore isn't as great as he'd hoped, mostly because the feeling refuses to go away.

His arms and legs are folded against him as he tries desperately to calm down, his breath short and strained far more than it should have been from that brief sprint. God, this is the worst.