[Eridan trailed his hand down from Gamzee's horn finally, trailing it down to the side of his face, fingers brushing against clean skin lightly. Eridan opened his eyes to look up at Gamzee with undiluted adoration, like he was the center of his universe. And he was, he was. There were two suns around which Eridan orbited diligently, his Moirail and his Matespirit. Two sets of equally consuming, yet very different feelings. He didn't know restraint, not really, when it came to his quadrantmates. He brushed his fingers over Gamzee's cheek again and again, encouragingly.]

Lay it on me, bro, I can take it.

[He could. And if he couldn't, he'd make himself able to. It was just the way things went.]