He slooowly raises an eyebrow. Murdoc looks...well, kind of like shit. Probably from all the work he's been doing, but that's not going to stop Eridan from making a comment about it. "Is it goin' to make you look any better?"

He stretches his legs out, picking at the hem of his sweater. It's been...a really long time since he's spoken to his father one on one. Between his studies and his father's work increasing as the semester ended, there just hasn't been a time where Eridan felt like he could just come sit and chat with Murdoc and now he just feels awkward.