Lately, Eridan hasn't been getting enough sleep. You first noticed this when he started taking an extra cup of coffee, which wouldn't seem strange if he didn't already drink half the pot every morning. You next noticed when he came home late on a night that you were sleepless, and didn't go to bed. Third sign, he started becoming grumpier than usual, as in, snap at every little thing grumpy. Fourth sign, he was confused when you asked what he wanted from the Chinese place. He gave you the most out of it look and actually asked what you meant.
Feferi confronted him about it. She had to - you would've been too aggressive about it, she says. So she sat him down on the plush couch and asked him if he was okay. He squinted at her a moment, then shrugged and said he was fine. You told her he'd do that. You decided that, today, you would try.
Question is, where the hell is Eridan even at? You haven't seen him since this morning, and you're pretty sure he never left the house. (Which, in all honesty, is a relief. With how foggy he's been you don't want him driving anyway.)
"Eridan?" you call as you check the rooms. Where the fuck did he go? You sigh, walking back into the kitchen, where Feferi is sitting at the table and messing with one of those "do it yourself" jewelry/charm kits. "Hey, FF, you seen ED?" She looks up, her fingers tangled in strings.
"I thought I saw him go into the laundry room?" she suggests, pursing her lips. You shrug, going to check anyway. You find that you're surprised.
There's Eridan, asleep in a pile of clothes fresh from the drier. He looks peaceful, glasses lopsided on his face. You smile, chuckling under your breath as you fetch Feferi to help you move him to the bedroom.
It's a chore, moving him. He's taller than both of you, and you aren't particularly strong. Feferi kind of is, but it's mostly in her legs. The two of you struggle to carry him to the bedroom, and try to set him on the bed without waking him. Though when you think about it, he'll probably be asleep for awhile. Feferi leaves to finish the laundry, but as you watch his face, his expression of serenity, you feel you're a little tired yourself.