[Gamzee could be silly or irritating or frustrating or amusing or perplexing. Eridan would never dream to claim he understood everything his matespirit said or thought, but it was okay. Because when it came down to it, the most important thing that Gamzee always made him feel was that he belonged. He belonged between long, thin arms, curled up against his body. He belonged there, it was his place, it was okay.

Eridan rumbled contently into his neck, pliant. It should scare him, probably, how much he was willing to do if Gamzee asked him to. Then again, was it really that surprising? He was much the same about Feferi. Maybe he was just destined to give in to anything his quadrantmates wanted. He let Gamzee shift him about with the same ease he let Gamzee talk him into the strangest things, willing to bend and twist so long as he was happy.

His toes curl a little at the sound of his name, and the only point of tension in his entire body was his shoulder, because he still refused to let go of that horn. The rest of him was pliable and willing to go wherever Gamzee saw fit. He was getting drowsy, exhaustion catching up with him and muddling up his brain. Eyes closed, he offered a pity-filled smile.]

Love you lots, felt like reminding you.