[The Tower happens. Yeah, it happens a lot. Eridan shrugs uncomfortably, hands hanging listlessly at his sides, not sure what to do with them.]

Yeah, it does.

[He looked at his feet, absently kicking the tip of one into the floor, not sure how to answer to that.]

I just... hate telling people about this kind of thing.

[It's uncomfortable and whiny and shit. And it doesn't fix anything, okay. What's the point? >|]