[Oh shit, a full name out of Eridan. That says it all, doesn't it?]

I did like you. Still fuckin' do, brother, still do. I know it ain't all to be excusing what I done, but when I got my fuckin' pan cooked like that, I fuckin' would've all harshed at any motherfucker what done look like they did that.

[He pauses.]

I can't... really all be putting this wicked shit into word noises cause like it don't even make fuckin' sense to me but it were... easier thinking it were you who done it. Like [He seems to be struggling for words. He doesn't usually try and explain his thoughts like this, but Eridan deserves it.] if I all had some motherfucker to get right salty at with, it done would be meaning I weren't up as motherfuckin' shitty a moirail what didn't even all know his best bro had his nook in a place most unsafe.

[He sighs a little.]

But it is cool. If you ain't wanting to get your speak on with me no more, that's chill. I can't all be fuckin' making you do that, you get? That ain't right. I'll up and clear with with Karkat any time I come and crash at your crib some so you ain't gotta be laying ganderbulb on me if that ain't what you want to be doing.