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“What exactly are we doing here, Eridan?”
When he asked you to go sailing with him, you wanted to say no. You really did. But then this ugly, twisted thing inside you that insists you constantly need to torture yourself on behalf of others reared its head and you were powerless.
Or, a bit less dramatically, for some stupid reason you thought he wouldn’t know what he’s doing and you wanted to see him fail spectacularly.
What the hell were you thinking? Of course he’d know how to sail. He’s a fucking seadweller.
“You’re gonna find out soon enough.”
He’s been saying that exact thing the last five times you asked, so why are you even still bothering? You sigh and resign yourself to your fate. Of course, you could just leave. But you’d never hear the end of how hurt he’d be that you’d just bail on him like that. So you lean on the railing, watch the waves and feel grateful for the fact that you apparently don’t get seasick. You’ve never actually been on a boat before, much less this far out on the ocean. The sea air actually smells kind of nice right now. Even you have to admit that.
But all of this is only a momentary distraction. Ughhh, not knowing what he’s up to is driving you crazy.
He suddenly seems to be content with where you are, because he hoists the anchor or... no, you’re quite sure that’s not right. Whatever the proper stupid mariner parlance is for making the boat not go anywhere.
You patiently wait for him to be done to get an explanation, but you don’t have to ask for one.
He comes over to stand next to you. “How’s the voices,” he says.
You give him a puzzled look. “What about them.”
“I mean. There’s no people for miles.”
It dawns on you what this is about. “You asked me to go sailing with you so you could take me some place where there’s no people, so I wouldn’t be hearing the voices of the imminently deceased...”
He scratches the back of his head sheepishly, not looking at you. “Yeah?” He steals a glance at you. “Is it workin?”
You don't know what to say. It’s both such an unbelievably stupid and kind thought that it makes you speechless.
“Sollux?”
“Shut up fishface,” you say and hug him.