Nope, probably not getting off his chest any time soon. His rolling eyes gratefully invisible (sympathy was, after all, quite hard for him still), Eridan settled his other hand at Eddie's back, mindlessly smearing ash across the material of his shirt; turned head, lips pressed to temple.
"Shhhh."
Far too intimate for Eridan's tastes, this. More intimate than the gunmetal on his molars had been. He didn't like being the soothing party in any arrangement, quickly removed himself from the encounter when someone came to him for a sympathetic ear — I don't let people cry on Gucci, he had sneered more than a few times — and this? This reeked of pale overtones. Not an exact match, but it fit well enough.
How completely fucked was that?
Eddie raked down his chest, and Eridan swallowed a wince. Began to hum the bars to some obscure hipster coffeehouse drivel, low and soft in his throat.
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"Shhhh."
Far too intimate for Eridan's tastes, this. More intimate than the gunmetal on his molars had been. He didn't like being the soothing party in any arrangement, quickly removed himself from the encounter when someone came to him for a sympathetic ear — I don't let people cry on Gucci, he had sneered more than a few times — and this? This reeked of pale overtones. Not an exact match, but it fit well enough.
How completely fucked was that?
Eddie raked down his chest, and Eridan swallowed a wince. Began to hum the bars to some obscure hipster coffeehouse drivel, low and soft in his throat.