Eddie chuckled. It was a rasping, broken sound.

"You think you have that choice?"

He dropped his head against Eridan's other shoulder, senseless to the hair pulling. It wasn't a battle worth his interest, he said without words. There were greater goals at fingertips. They had a greater purpose.

But the bickering was familiar. Maybe Eridan needed something familiar.

So Eddie drew back his hand to slap the other man.