[The problem with Eridan is that everyone is compared to Feferi. Everyone. In every situation. And everyone is found lacking. Himself especially, even as much as he might insist otherwise.
Sam's words are harsh--they make him want to rail against them, yell that he will have Fef back no matter what means it takes--but... the passion behind them, the possessiveness, it makes him reconsider, cheeks flaming as he straightens the scarf around his neck. She wants him. She wants him and would kill to keep him--kill him if he were to betray her. And that--that... hatred or pity or love or whatever fucking label they threw on it--that was what he wanted, even if he wanted it from Feferi originally.
So, he just nods once, gritting his teeth as he meets Samantha's gaze.]
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Sam's words are harsh--they make him want to rail against them, yell that he will have Fef back no matter what means it takes--but... the passion behind them, the possessiveness, it makes him reconsider, cheeks flaming as he straightens the scarf around his neck. She wants him. She wants him and would kill to keep him--kill him if he were to betray her. And that--that... hatred or pity or love or whatever fucking label they threw on it--that was what he wanted, even if he wanted it from Feferi originally.
So, he just nods once, gritting his teeth as he meets Samantha's gaze.]
Understood. It's a fuckin' deal, Sam.
[It's rare that he calls her simply by her name.]