He's my escort (Error X Ink)

Thawing

Deep breaths Ink. Deep breaths.

Everything's fine, your body is just having a moment. You're just tired. As I take a long exhale I tell myself. I'm warm, I'm safe, I'm... loved. Loved. I can't keep my eyes open anymore as I feel myself passing out.

I come back to my senses and it's much too bright to be night still. I push myself up and sit by the burned out fire wrapped up in error's blanket. I know it's his, it smells like him. Taking a look around i see Error's sleeping on the embroidered couch in the same room.

He looks exhausted, like they talked with the police all night. His arm dangles off the couch limply. This looks like an opportunity to me. I as quietly as possible stand but somehow he still is disturbed. He blinks.

"Hey Ink." He says rubbing his eye. Light sleeper is an understatement it seems. I just want to leave. I feel naked in the worst winter storm in existence while I'm here. I think they call it shame. I sit on the arm of the couch.

"How'd it go?" I lean to the side so my head is above his.

"I don't know. I sat there embarrassed as Geno verbally fought with one of the cops for most of the time they were here. They didn't take me away, so there's that." He sits up and so I slide off the arm taking the cushion next to him instead. I lean my head on his shoulder, surprisingly he lets me.

"Why aren't you in your room? The couch isn't nearly as nice." Error looked to the dead fireplace unsure if he should say.

"You were crying in your sleep. I thought you might want company." He shrugs.

"What the heck? I don't cry in my sleep."

"Coulda fooled me. You were shaking, and sobbing. Your eyes are still red." I pick my head off of his shoulder and attempt to hide my eyes.

"Shut up. I don't cry." He seems unconvinced. "I don't!"

"Ink, relax-" I turn to him.

"But I don't cry! I can't remember the last time I have. This isn't normal for me! There's something wrong with me!" Error's eyes don't leave mine. Under his stare I just get more upset. I try to yell at him more but it gets caught in my throat and it doesn't come out. At the same time I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his shoulder. I'm melting like ice in the direct view of the summer sun. And it hurts.

Error holds the back of my head and leans into me. "It's okay," he whispers. No its not, why am I even here right now? I should be in my shitty motel room. I hear someone enter the room but I can't bring myself to get off Error.

"What happened?" I hear fresh ask. Error doesn't respond verbally but I feel him shift to look over at fresh. It seems without any exchange of words fresh knew exactly what error thought was best and I hear his foot steps go to the kitchen.

I'm shivering as I cling to Error, pretty violently I might add. Error pushes me away a bit so he can see my face. He puts a hand on my forehead.

"At least your fever seems to be gone. Is there something else that's bothering you?" He asks as I sit between his legs, curled up against myself.

"It's you." I blab out. I don't even know what that's supposed to mean. He flinches.

"Me? What- what did I do?" He stutters.

"Heck, I don't know i don't know! Whenever I'm with you I just feel so full of feelings that ive never felt and it's like it overflows or something cause I can't hold them all!" Error clearly doesn't know what I mean. "I feel like I'm missing something, forgetting something really important. I don't understand how you could like ME. I'm a horrible person at it makes me feel so wrong that someone as great as you cares about me at all." Error leans back against the couch

"Ink, that's your own fault."

"HAH! Excuse me???"

He shakes his head. "And I thought my memory was bad."

"What are you talking about." I ask in an ordering tone. Error sighs before looking at the ceiling to get his thoughts straight.

"When we were little we were friends. We were practically inseparable back in Britain until you were adopted and taken to America. I thought I'd never see you again. "

"I lived in Britain???" Error lets out a frustrated groan.

"How do you not remember any of this? Ugggg whatever. When we got our inheritance from a random grandfather we didn't know we had we cross the sea to live in his old house. One day I saw you walking down the street with some older guy while you wore a dress for some reason. I had to dig around a lot to find you again after that. I tracked you down eventually and tried to talk to you. But you didn't seem to remember anything about me. I got my hopes too high, I thought I could take back the only friend I'd ever made, but I clearly didn't mean enough to you to even remember my face. So I left you alone." I blink silently trying to process all of that. Soon Fresh comes back in the room with 3 cups of hot chocolate.

"I was wondering if you'd be able to tell what I wanted." Error says taking one for himself and passing another to me.

"I can read you like a book, bro." Fresh sips his mug.

"Yeah yeah, you're just a show off."