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Chapter 3 - Friends; the Reality

I plopped down on the grass next to him. “Hey.”

He smiled at me. “Hey.”

“So how’s life been?”

“The usual.”

I chuckled. “So you’re still gonna not tell me about that dead-end job of yours?”

“That’s correct.”

“Alrighty then, did anything interesting happen in your show?”

    For the past week, I'd ended up chilling with Error pretty much every time I got out here. Which had been only three times since the first time we’d hung out because the bros were still trying to keep me busy. I was certain there was some ulterior motive from Sans about that, (I mean, he’s not really the type, y’know?) but I wasn’t sure what it was. He wouldn’t admit to having one, despite my numerous attempts to get him to come clean.

    I did have a suspicion, of course, but I didn’t have any real proof, and confronting him about it would only cause trouble, I’m sure.

    Anyway, Error and I had been chilling, talking mostly about shows and some annoying guy who I was pretty sure I’d heard Sans complaining about to someone on the other end of a phone call once. I’d asked once about what he does for a living, and he kind of flinched and said that I really didn’t want to know. Must be a pretty crappy job then. Poor guy.

    Today he was telling me about how Asgoró had tried to kill the guy sleeping with his ex-wife (again). I was super invested in the story at this point, but it was never on when we were hanging out. 

    After a while though, he trailed off, looking at me strangely.

    “What’s up?” 

    “...This is gonna sound a little weird, but…” 

    “Take your time. I’m used to weird.”

    “How come you haven’t… tried to like, touch me?” He asked, pulling at his fingers.

    “Touch you? Why would I be trying to touch you?”

    He shrugged. “I dunno, most people do, but you haven’t at all since we’ve met.”

    “Y’know, most people don’t really notice that.”

    He flushed. “W-well, I’m not exactly like most people, now am I?”

    I smiled. “That’s true. I wasn’t trying to insinuate anything by that, I was just saying that most of my friends didn’t really notice that about me.”

    “Mm.”

    “I dunno, I’m just not a handsy kind of person, I guess. ‘Sides, it’s rude to just go putting your hands on people, y’know? ‘Specially if you don’t know them that well.”

    He nodded. “I agree with you.” 

    “I actually had a bit of a problem with that back when I first arrived here.”

    “Really?” He sounded a bit surprised.

    “Yeah, it made me really uncomfy how casual everyone was about putting their hands on me, considering how we’d barely met. I had to ask them to back off. It was super awkward for everyone involved.”

    “And they did it?”

   

“Yep.”