He seemed to almost deflate at those words. He often did this to the people he pitied. He would push, and push, and push, until they were tired, and no longer wished to be with him. Because it was easier. It was easier if people just didn't deal with him. However, at the moment, John had no choice. He was alone, and scared, and in the middle of a culture he didn't understand, and all Karkat wanted to do was hold him close and say things would be alright. He didn't even realize he was advancing until he was right in front of the human-turned-troll. One hand settled itself at the base of John's neck, pulling him close and bumping their foreheads together lightly. The gesture was soft, their horns clicking together in sweet, almost playful way. "... I'm sorry, alright?" He was treading dangerously close to matesprit territory, but he wasn't about to split hairs.