Unassuming. Shaking hands held an unassuming purple journal. A gift given to Karl for a past birthday which held more than Sapnap wanted to ever know. He wanted to know what was going on with him, not be standing in the kitchen of their home, alone and questioning time itself.

Sapnap could have brushed it off as just written stories and ramblings of his bored fiance's mind, but the words were too genuine, too paranoid. Written with just enough shake to not be a perfected piece of fiction. He sat heavily down into one of the kitchen chairs but set the journal on the tabletop hesitantly, his eyes still re-reading over the words. He just didn’t understand. Trying to wrap his head around it was only causing a headache to grow.

Karl was currently out, having said he was working on renovating his library. Who knows what that entailed anymore. And Quackity would be back home soon, that he was only checking in on Charlie at Las Nevads for part of the day. God, how was he going to explain this to him? It isn’t like he could just not, tell him. Or even how they were going to bring it up with Karl without him panicking. Glancing over at the frantic writings again, it was clear that Karl was actively not telling anyone about his abilities, not even his lovers. 

Didn’t that hurt. One of his own finances wouldn't even tell him about something as serious as this. Did Karl not trust them as much as they thought he did? They could be helping him! Somehow. He wasn’t sure how but at the least, they could be there for him.