[A protective glare directed at Sollux takes place before he crosses his arms, watching the two of them move to Sollux's bedroom. His teeth grind and his hands clench, and though he doesn't want to trust Sollux, and something in him claws away at his insides about how he's unworthy, about how he's useless, Equius knows he's not. He might be a disgusting example of their kind and a lowly whelp, but he knew about this and was skilled enough to warrant some respect.]
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[Whatever, better not mess this one up, Captor.]