[But they were here, together. In this place. Just for the talking, and Eridan knew he couldn't just run away from the talking and stuff, it was going to happen before it drew on and things got more awkward and complicated and ugh.
He shoves his hands in his pockets, leaning back a hair in the seat.]
Can I speak before you do, or... do you want to go first?
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He shoves his hands in his pockets, leaning back a hair in the seat.]
Can I speak before you do, or... do you want to go first?