“Is that really how you want to say such a thing to me?” “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t—” “Try again,” Alba said, tucking the handful of pearls in the pocket of his jacket. “Or I’m going to get annoyed.” Eridanys made a sound like he wanted more than anything to argue, before clapping his mouth back shut, puffing up his chest, crossing his arms before uncrossing them again. “I—!” he barked, but gulped that back, too, finally managing a new approach: “I would like for you to tell me when you’re uncomfortable! So that I can take care of you! That’s all! Don’t make me say it again!”
