I don't want to be in charge either! I just want to be left a-fucking-lone to do whatever the fuck I want and not have to be told who I can and can't talk to like I'm a stupid human child! "Don't talk to suspicious people Sollux!" "Make sure you leave those strange older trolls alone Sollux!"

I can make my own fucking decisions Vantas.

You apparently get yourself killed with the regularity that most people conduct bodily functions so maybe you do need me to hold your hand and play lusus for you.

Are you really going to bring this up again?

I really am.

I'll bring up whatever I want as long as you continue being such an infected pustular bulgesore.

Ugh why are you so infuriating all the fucking time?!

I don't know, it must be an allergic reaction I have to you.

Well then maybe you should get the fuck away from me!

Gladly.

If you're going to fucking act like this is my fault and throw it all in my face then I don't want to talk to you anymore.

But it is your fault. If you weren't going around acting like you need to take charge when you actually don't, then I wouldn't be so pissed at you.

I do need to take charge! If you don't want to listen to me, then don't, but don't expect me to give a fuck when you get yourself eaten to death.

Can we please not talk about me dying for once?

You're the one who keeps bringing it up!

I haven't even fucking talked about anything related to death and myself this whole conversation until you bring it up!

I don't care. Just shut up, I'm fucking tired of you.

[He's hit and he moves to hit Sollux back, but he freezes when he gets a good look at Sollux's fist, and the bright red blood on it. He doesn't think logically, that Sollux is blind and won't see it. The sight of the blood alone is enough to upset him.]

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Oh fuck what?

[Why haven't you hit him yet?]

I'm bleeding, you fucking asshole!

[Yeah, he's obviously panicking.]

Shit, shit. Just...just fuck off.

I don't see what the big fucking deal is, it's just a nose-bleed.

[Assuming that it's a nose-bleed.]

Oh. Oh. You can't see.

[He's finally looking at him; the blood isn't much. There's some on his fist, a couple drops of it on his shirt. Disgusting, but fixable.]

Okay. I'm sorry I was being an asshole. I just...we need to clean it up, okay?

I'll accept your apology and apologize myself but, why do we need to clean it up? I mean other then the fact that it's blood and kind of disgusting to just leave it on my fist.

[Then something hits him]

It must be because of the color, right? You want to stay anonymous for whatever the fuck reason so you don't want anyone else seeing it?