Do you love me?
“Do you love me?”
“hu-uh? whaaatt do you me-an??” Two uneven eyes blink towards you as your feet touch the infinite ground of the Anti-void. Stretching your back by placing your arms high above you, you keep your distance, knowing better by now.
“You heard me.” This may not be the best tactic to finally get him to admit it, but you're tired of trying to pry it out of him. Normally you're patient with him - when it comes to Error you have to be patient - but it's been so long since you've told him those three little words.
“no iidii-idn’’t.” He's lying. You know his ticks by now after so long, and by the way he avoids your gaze and focuses back on his cat’s cradle tells you more then words ever could.
“Error - do you love me?” You step closer, and he finally meets your gaze with a nervous twitch of his coding. The glitching line of his figure keeps shifting, and you know you might need to back off or he’ll crash.
“um mayb- yesss- noo?¿”
...
“Error?” He's furiously blushing, focus apparently 100% on his hands and the blue strings within them.
“ye-es?”
“Wanna go visit Outertale again?” You give him your warmest smile, knowing the outing would be good for him considering his current unstable form. The stars always did well to make him content.
He nods, the blue strings in his hands disappearing into his phalanges without much preamble. His entire mood changes as he stands, a hand in his jacket pocket, the other flicking open a portal to the starry AU. There's a cocky grin on his skull, and you step out before him to an open sky and cool pressure.
It isn't long until the two of you are sitting side by side on a familiar cliff, the lights around you bright and glimmering in a sky of stardust clouds and far off nebulas. Error sits a foot away from you, once more focused on his strings as he works on a doll. You keep your eyes above, enjoying the sheer miracle that such a place like this exists.
“humman - err, y//n.”
“Hmm?” Humming in response, you turn your gaze his way, eyes catching on his current creation. “That's looking really good, Error.” You still didn't know who it was supposed to be - well, some alternate of himself - but beyond that, no clue.
“hu-uh? oh. thanks.” He pauses, looking at the doll half-heartedly, distracted. When he looks back at you, your gaze is already back on the stars above, eyes glistening in reflection.
He stays quiet, and wonders how you can possibly assume he doesn't love you.