There's a good lad. If you can't trust your father, you can't trust any-
[He cuts off as Eridan hugs him, standing there awkwardly for a long moment before hugging him back. He grumbles out the end of his sentence, trying to distract himself from how awkward he feels.] Anyone.
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[He cuts off as Eridan hugs him, standing there awkwardly for a long moment before hugging him back. He grumbles out the end of his sentence, trying to distract himself from how awkward he feels.] Anyone.