Eridan's tone was opaque; didn't imply either truth or falsehood in that statement, just simply was. And in the end, it didn't really matter if he was sincere or not, because he'd learn to be. The same way he'd learned to love his shitty apartment, his thankless job, and his disfiguring gill scars.
"It's fine, Eddie," he muttered lowly, in that subsonic rumble, and soothed that free hand down Eddie's neck; settled on the back of his skull, and held that head down against his shoulder. He could recognize that airy, indistinct tone; could tell when a sentimental spell was coming on, and knew that in Eddie's case, those probably came with requisite amounts of violence and delusional spells.
Not really something he wanted to weather when trapped underneath the other man.
"Don't start slippin' off on me now, Nygma. I need you here, so sooner or later you can decide to get the fuck off my chest."
no subject
Eridan's tone was opaque; didn't imply either truth or falsehood in that statement, just simply was. And in the end, it didn't really matter if he was sincere or not, because he'd learn to be. The same way he'd learned to love his shitty apartment, his thankless job, and his disfiguring gill scars.
"It's fine, Eddie," he muttered lowly, in that subsonic rumble, and soothed that free hand down Eddie's neck; settled on the back of his skull, and held that head down against his shoulder. He could recognize that airy, indistinct tone; could tell when a sentimental spell was coming on, and knew that in Eddie's case, those probably came with requisite amounts of violence and delusional spells.
Not really something he wanted to weather when trapped underneath the other man.
"Don't start slippin' off on me now, Nygma. I need you here, so sooner or later you can decide to get the fuck off my chest."