Error POV
  "So you're engaged now? That's...well that's something." Nightmare said.
  "Is that it? I expected... well, I expected you to talk me out of it."
  He sighed.
  "I normally would. However that means that you'd listen and to be honest I don't give a shit about your love life."
"Liar."
He chuckled.
"Ok, ok. Tell anyone I care and I'll break her spine." He said. "You're really the only one I trust out of these idiots. And I fully support you."
"T..thanks Nightmare.."
He shrugged.
I decided to go home. I'm exhausted already and haven't even been up for two hours.
Ink was in our room drawing.
"...babe, you ok? You don't look to good." She said.
I didn't respond. I didn't really have the energy to. I just laid down and tried to fall asleep.
Ink smiled at me and managed to get under my arm.
"C'mon, what's wrong?"
"I feel like shit..."
"Should we-"
"I'm not talkin' to a therapist."
"But-"
I glared at her. She gave me this surprised offended look.
"Don't look at me like that. All I'm saying is that it could help. We just need to find a good-"
I got up and went to sleep on the couch.

Ink POV
He seriously just did that? Wow. I...I guess we're in a fight now... should I apologize? I was only trying to help him.
Maybe I shouldn't have pushed it. Maybe I should keep pushing it. I don't know. I just want him to be happy.
And...that probably includes apologies and agreement. Even if I don't agree. The fuck am I thinking? No. I'm right. He's being stubborn.
If he would just listen... or... am I the one that needs to listen?
I just want things to be... oh I don't even know anymore. Better I guess? But for me or him?
I went out into the anti void. I hate the blankness but there's nothing around to distract me.
I continued my drawing. Although I couldn't enjoy it. I still felt... bad. I don't want him to be mad at me.
I also don't want to tell him he was right. He's not. I know there's a stereotype for therapy but not all are like that surely.
Again, I have to see it through his eyes. Talking to a stranger about your personal life, for him meeting someone new and having to just trust that they listen. It's scary to him.
I just wish he'd try it. It doesn't have to be forever.
Half an hour passed and I hear him calling for me frantically. Is he still mad?
I rushed inside. He looked at me and sighed, relieved I was alright.
"Thank god. I thought you'd left me."
"No. I wouldn't leave you over an argument. Even if I am right."
He smiled and picked me up.
"You think you know everything don't you darling?"
"Because I do know everything." I replied.
"Everything?"
I giggled.
"Ok, not everything."
He kissed my cheek.
"We should talk about it though..."
"No."
"I wasn't asking Error."
He sighed and kissed me again.
"You're lucky you're so cute."
He sat down on the couch still holding me and looked at me.
"...what?"
"Nothing I just like staring at you."
I blushed and laughed.
"Ok...listen I know that the thought is scary to you."
"What? The part about spilling out all of my emotions to a stranger with a degree? I prefer keeping everything bottled up."
"That is exactly why you need it."
"Oh shut up."
I sighed annoyed and a bit angry. I don't want to do this today.
"Fine. Have it your way."
He kissed my neck.
I smiled a bit and rested my head on his chest.
"I'm sorry. I just don't really want to go. I can only trust you."
"Maybe you should talk to more people?"
"No."