[This particular normal-sized person is currently trying very hard to make himself shorter and smaller. Eridan keeps his eyes on the floor, noting the way Equius moves, but not sure what to do about it. His fingers twitch, but those of his free hand and those still clutching onto an elbow and digging claws in. He hates the feeling that there should be something else he can say, to make things better. But there really isn't, he thinks, because he's just that dumb.]

...I'd like to try, at least.

[Eridan shrugged.]

You know. To not fuck things up.