Sickly - An Errorink Drabble

fifty four

Ink sat quietly on his bed, he hadn't said a word since Error had tagged him down for another attempt at touching. Error backed out last time, which he was fine with. This time he had him raising his hand as if he were giving a high-five, and told him not to move. Ink kept his hand as still as a statue.

"Do you want the blanket first?"

"N-o. I can-t proper-ly see your han-d with it cov-ering you. Mak-es it harder for m-e."

"Okay."

Error took a breath, hesitated for a moment, and slowly touched their fingertips together.

Ink smiled happily, starry eyed.