[Luckily for Eridan, Willow's type is exactly the opposite of smooth, and his response puts a small smile on her face. Goddess, he's so cute. And endearing.

Yeah, he's an alien, and they just met. But Willow strictly reserves any freak outs for later (and there will be some, she knows), because she is not interrupting this mood.] See, things like that. Exactly things like that. You're sweet, and... and I don't know what I would've done if I hadn't met you when I got here. Probably had a panic attack on someone else.

[That fin brushing her cheek made her throat catch, a little. She draws back just enough to look him in the eyes, her own expression incredibly earnest.] Everyone else is nice, and helpful, and I think I've made a few friends maybe, but it's not-- the same. You know? [Finding someone that was willing to skip the usual getting-to-know-you and jump right to dedicated was tricky, and especially tricky to find someone like that who wasn't skeavy. Willow would feel a bit skeavy herself even at this hypothetically being a thing, but instead she's relieved to not be alone, no matter in what capacity. Romantic or otherwise.]

Wait, good? [she says abruptly, wondering what he's getting at.] Why good?