Sickly - An Errorink Drabble

seventy eight

"I kn-ow your s-oul-less." Error had eventually, hesitantly, broken up the silence when Ink had been quietly staring at him for too long. "I kno-w that, and under-sta-nd al-l that it ent-ails. I st-ill love yo-u, ev-eryt-hing about you."

Ink finally spoke after a moment of silence had once again developed between them. "And you're sure? That you really want this?"

Error nodded, then looked away, continuing on in a whisper. "Ev-en i-f it's fak-e."

Ink nodded as well even though Error couldn't see, scooting closer until he was nearly pressed against him.

Error was tense, but Ink only gently held his hand.