Sickly - An Errorink Drabble

seventy four

Ink slowly, rhythmically rubbed Errors back, gentle with his every movement. 

He wasn't exactly expecting the tight hug as soon as he got into bed, but he wasn't complaining either. If anything, he was happy to comfort Error after the fairly traumatic week he'd been having.

Error was sore all over lately, warm baths barely helped. Ink could at least accept cuddling.

The only other movement Ink had made was simply pulling the covers up over himself while Error pressed as close to him as he could.

So close, Ink could feel his soul beat. It was comforting in more ways than one.