[John rolls his eyes right back, though with less seriousness and more "oh you". He shrugs at Karkat's concern, deciding he's probably better off not poking at troll stuff again.]

We could give him toys, duh. I think he'd like blocks to pick up and scatter and build with.

[He's about to make some comment about Eridan, but honestly baby is more important and John turns his attention completely to his little grub in his arm, laughing and a little breathless.]

Oh--yeah he...I guess he does, yeah.

[He shifts the grub to be supported with one arm, gently reaching with the other to pet his baby's cheek with the back of his finger. Fuck his shirt, this little guy is looking at him and making adorable sounds and John is so, so taken with his grubbaby.]

He's totally gonna put a hole through my shirt.

[He says with an exact tenderness and loving amount of a proud, endeared parent. He's heard the tone so much from his dad, but it's been years now and it's not like he's actively aware of his father-mimicking. When he looks up, his heart clenches, as it does when Karkat cries, only this time John knows it's not from anger or sadness. He feels a prickling at the inner corners of his eyes and he steps forward, returning his arm to cradle their baby and bending just enough to press a kiss to Karkat's forehead over strands of bangs. He leaves another kiss, and another, and then returns upright. He reaches out to rub at Karkat's tears with his thumb.]

Hey, we're gonna be in this together, maybe we should think of a name?