[He actually does sit there for the moment, letting his words soak in. He's still incredibly angry right now, but he's starting to understand. He knew this was just so stressful to his father, he knew that there was way too much going on. He understood that because he was going through the exact same thing to a smaller degree.

But at the same time this entire conversation strikes him as strange. Why does he even care? Why would he care? Why was he getting way too into this? Did Murdoc put him up to it? What the hell even gives. He shouldn't care, this isn't his business and the last time Eridan remembered these two weren't exactly the best of friends.

As far as he could tell, anyways.

With another slight shift, his vision moves to the floor. He can't really seem to keep eye contact, as much as he wishes to. He doesn't want to admit that Bro is absolutely right because that would make him wrong, and he's incredibly selfish in that sense.

Words slowly begin to come out all of a suddenly. He honestly doesn't know what to say, but the silence proves to be way too awkward for him to handle. Like. way too awkward to handle. ]

... I see. So, we're both at fault for this is what you're sayin'. Because of all of the stress that's been wedgin' onto him and ... ewen on myself?

[The inflection of the question almost seems to give away how unsure he is of what he should even be saying. He really doesn't know if that was the right thing to say at all.

Actually, he's now thinking that he shouldn't have said anything at all. He shouldn't have told him anything, he shouldn't have even accepted his offer to talk, and he's now regretting it all.

God he hates dealing with these types of problems and feelings.]