Seeing as he wouldn't let you go, even in sleep, you had pulled a book out of you sylladex and read quietly. He needed someone to watch over him because no one else was going to do it. You silently reflected and wondered if Kanaya wanted to-

Nevermind.

Eridan's face is pressed into your bosom but you don't mind. He's nice and relaxed, snoring gently. His legs are hanging off the end of the platform and you sweetly rub his fins or horns every time he gets fussy. For such a pompous asshole, he's absolutely adorable in sleep.

You're going to have to get him drinking water when he wakes up. He's going to be so hungover... Poor thing.

You don't understand, even with all of your reading, why trolls associate pity with their 'love'. It just didn't make any sense. You definitely pity Eridan. He had so many people that he could talk to, he actually had friends, but now most of them avoid him or never want to talk to him, they can't even listen to him for a few minutes.

He starts to fuss again, so your fingers stroke his fins gently. When he stiffens and jolts, you're surprised and look down at him.

He's pulled away from you, holding his head in both hands. He whines out an apology as he keeps holding his head before curling up on himself.

You just sigh and get up, gently putting your book away, "I'll be back."

You're just going to guess he heard you, so you left to go get him water and some Aspirin. You just hoped he had some.

Before long, you were gently helping him take the water and pills, his hands being useless from shaking uncontrollably. He drank the whole pitcher of water you brought for him before being a giant asshole and curling into your lap like a child. He mumbled apologies and cried and was just so miserable that you ended up having to tell him to shut up multiple times before he was quiet and hid his face.

You rubbed his back and coaxed him to look at you. You weren't going to deal with his crying bullshit anymore.

Your thumbs rubbed his cheekbones and you kissed him softly. He stiffened before crying again, unsure of how to act, so you kissed him again and again, waiting for him to relax and act like how he did earlier.

When he finally chilled out, he had his arms wound around you, not wanting you to go. His face was still wet, but you didn't mind, you finally got him to stop blubbering. You pulled the blanket around both of you and laid down with him.

"... R-Rose?"

"Yes, Eridan?"

"... Y-You knoww I'm s-sorry, r-right? F-For evveryth-thin' that happened-d... Right?"

"Yes, Eridan. I know."

"... I-I'm sorry for k-killin' Kan..."

"I know."

"An' 'm sorry for killin'-"

"Eridan, I know. It's ok. Shhh," you pull him closer, "I know."

He sniffles and tucks right into you, completely tangled all around you. He presses his face into your shoulder and you run your fingers through his hair, telling him that everything was going to be ok and he had you.

After he calmed down again, you lazily started kissing him again, reminding him that you were there for him. When he started kissing back more, you were certain he got the message.