[Still, the boy who never shuts up has nothing to say. Why that is...well, that's anyone's guess. But he's looked away from Kanaya now and he's staring after Eridan knowingly.
He doesn't want him gone -- he just wants him to know his place, and to know what is in his reach...and what is out of it. When Eridan turns to leave, he feels his temper flare again, as well as a strange feeling of something dropping in his stomach.
Fuck. That had been the opposite of what he wanted, at least in the long term. He was supposed to be keeping them all together not forcibly driving them away.
God, he was so selfish -- one more fuckup to add to the list, and another tally mark on "Things That Could Get Him And All He Held Dear Brutally Murdered". Its impossible to see the change in his expression from a distance, but there is a very brief flinch in his eyes, covered up by the action of him turning sharply on his heel and walking away from both of them in favor of pacing around the room.
He can't remember the last time his emotions were so out of control, bleeding out from their carefully sealed envelope to make his hands clammy and to cause his vascular system to beat into overtime.]
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He doesn't want him gone -- he just wants him to know his place, and to know what is in his reach...and what is out of it. When Eridan turns to leave, he feels his temper flare again, as well as a strange feeling of something dropping in his stomach.
Fuck. That had been the opposite of what he wanted, at least in the long term. He was supposed to be keeping them all together not forcibly driving them away.
God, he was so selfish -- one more fuckup to add to the list, and another tally mark on "Things That Could Get Him And All He Held Dear Brutally Murdered". Its impossible to see the change in his expression from a distance, but there is a very brief flinch in his eyes, covered up by the action of him turning sharply on his heel and walking away from both of them in favor of pacing around the room.
He can't remember the last time his emotions were so out of control, bleeding out from their carefully sealed envelope to make his hands clammy and to cause his vascular system to beat into overtime.]