Error's book of angst and fluff (finished)

Depressive [Error and Cross]

Though hesistant at first, Error's hunger quickly caught up with him, and he greatfully devoured his meal and emptied the mug. He did it almost along with his plate, but thankfully Cross was there to remind him that dishes were not in fact food. Right.

"Mm." A small, satisfied smile found its way onto Error's face. He felt full for the first time in a long while. Then he remembered the stash of chocolates that was now laying next to Cross. "Are these chocholates for...?"

"Oh yeah." Cross perked up hearing the question. "I brought some for you, you can eat them now or whenever you want to." His face lit up seeing that Error was looking eager. That was definitely a green flag. He took one and handed it to Error, who then proceeded to eat it. Slower and less enthusiastically than usual, but ate nonetheless.

While he bit on his snack, Cross consideres what to do next. However surprisingly enough, Error was the one to vocalize a suggestion.

"Um, I was thinking. Since you did so much for me, could you... maybe... help me with my room?"

"Your room?" Cross questioned, unsure of what he meant.

"Yeah." Error confirmed. "It's a bit messy in there, you know?"

Ah, so that's what it was about. Plus he knew that Error didn't exactly enjoy mess, unless it was the mess after destroying, but that's a different story.

"Ohh sure, I didn't even think about that." Cross went to stand up, but was interrupted.

"Wait, I will help."

"Are you sure?" Cross flopped back down. "I can do it myself, it's not that much work anyway. And I know that your energy is still low... Wait, did you even sleep?"

"Yes. And also no. Depends on the day." Error shrugged, although the bags under his eyes were clearly visible.

"What about today? Or night I guess."

Error waited a while with his response, but finally shook his head. Cross sighed good-naturedly, half expecting such an answer.

"Then maybe freshening up your room will help with that." He hummed as he stood up once again. Error trailed behind him slowly, but this time Cross let him.

Once at their destination they got to work, its owner doing visibly less convinced by his friend and his own still tired state. Firstly Cross opened a window in order to let some fresh air in. Next, they proceeded to change the sheets, clean all around the bed and get rid of any remaining food that gang's members brought Error in hopes of him eating it. It might have not worked then, but it was a small price to pay since he felt better now. As a finishing touch Cross grabbed and used an air freshener inside the room. Maybe it was a stupid thought, but seeing his room getting progressively cleaner and cleaner calmed Error in a way. It almost felt like the mess inside his head was diminishing at the same time. When Cross returned from putting away the air freshener, the first thing he spotted was Error, who wrapped himself back comfortably in new, clean blankets.

"Do you want to go back to the living room and wait for others?" He suggested, making the glitch tilt his head. "They'll be glad to see you out of your room." He provided an explanation.

Error thought for a while, before nodding shortly. Seeing a permission, but lack of movement from him, Cross decided to deal with it on his own. He picked him up in all of his blankety glory and teleported them both downstairs. Once there, he carefully put the black-boned skeleton down onto the couch and then sat next to him. They stayed in comfortable silence for a while, Error munching on a chocolate which had been handed to him a moment before. Having finished he leaned to the side. Cross thought that he was just trying to reach for another bar, however was surprised to feel himself being hugged, quite tightly at that.

"Error-?"

"Thank you, I'm just, I..." He struggled to find the right words. "Just... thank you."

Cross couldn't help, but feel warm inside and return the tight embrace, stroking his back comfortingly.

"Your welcome. Though there's one thing I expect back."

"Hm?" Error loosened the embrace not sure if it was a welcomed one, but Cross pulled him back. Well, he wasn't complaining.

"Next time you feel that way, please try to take care of yourself. Better even, tell us and let us help." Cross pet his skull.

"Alright, alright." Error didn't want to show a smile on his face, so he shoved it into Cross' jacket's fluff.

They stayed in each other's embrace for another hour, neither willing to interrupt it. Once the rest of the gang came back Error was contented to see that they all were relieved to see him on his feet again and swarming him with lots of questions and concern.