Kyle most likely would do something “inconspicuous” to find an excuse to talk to Cartman again.

Kyle knocks on Cartman’s door one night and gives Cartman a sweater, saying that Cartman left it at his house. Then Cartman would accept the sweater and they’d share an awkward silence, Cartman looking expectedly at Kyle because he knows there’s something else to this.

Kyle isn’t the type to knock on someone’s door in the dead of night to give them something like a sweater – a Christmas sweater that’s been there for months, probably tucked away in Kyle’s closet for safekeeping up until this convenient moment.

Kyle glances away for a bit, then tells Cartman, “I can barely get anything done. I keep thinking about you – and trying to logically weigh the reasons I should keep being with you against the reasons I should leave you. But no matter how many times I do it, I can’t stop thinking, what if I’m just wrong?

I’ve taken so many chances with you already. And it’s not like the paranoia of you turning around and stabbing me in the back any time I show you compassion has ever left me. Regardless of what Wendy said I always had that in the back of my mind.

Hell, even right now… I’m opening up to you and you could just laugh at me, call me a fucking idiot and never talk to me again. Just to hurt me. Because you’d do that.”

Kyle stands in silence for a moment. Then says,

“But if you did that you know I’ll get you back for it.”

Cartman is taken back by this. He can’t help but laugh despite the situation. “Are you threatening me?”

Kyle gives Cartman a conflicted look, then shrugs. “It’s not a threat if you’re not guilty.”

Cartman loosens up a bit. “What is this a stand off? Are we holding each other hostage? Is that what this is Kahl?”

Kyle puts a hand over his face and laughs lightly. “Well, when you put it like that,”

“You put it like that, Jew. Like you’re challenging me or some shit,” Cartman says nudging Kyle playfully.

The smile leaves Kyle’s face, becoming alarmed at the idea. “Jesus Christ, no. God that’d be so– … What I meant is – I always had that thought so it’s not like it’s much diff–”

“Who’re you tryina justify to right now?” Cartman says. “Clearly you’re taking me back so just do it.”

Kyle purses his lips. He looks very conflicted. “I guess… I’m justifying it to myself.”

“For the millionth time.” Cartman says. “Just admit I’m a guilty pleasure already and stop torturing yourself.”

Kyle rolls his eyes, but blushes. “I’m really inflating your ego right now, aren’t I?”

“Yep. Good job, Jew. Fucked up again.”

After this, they fall into playful banter, and Cartman invites him inside. They spend the night together and things start to go back to normal for them.