"Help me."
"But I can't!" Dave exclaimed, pacing back and forth on the living room carpet. Standing still, he pushed his aviators up on his head to reveal his radiation red eyes. Dark circles were painted underneath, showing a lack of sleep for the past few months. Or years. "Despite what you choose to fucking believe, I don't hate you. Of course I don't hate you! I was in love with you once for fuck's sake."
Pointedly, Dave ignored Eridan's reaction to the last part. The troll brushed it off casually, leaning against the couch and pushing an imaginary hair back into place. "It wouldn't be that fuckin' hard if you ask me," Eridan snipped back. "An' I doubt it would bother you too much."
Dave made steady eye contact and frowned. "I'm not killing you, and that's that."
Eridan stormed out of the apartment and let the door slam behind him. Dave could only watch with a pained expression.
