Error glared at your hand that was held out to him. You waited patiently, observing his skull to see how he reacted. He was rightfully very hesitant to touch you, getting over a phobia such as physical contact is difficult. But at least he was open to trying to get better. His middle phalange slowly came closer, ghosting over your palm. He brushed against it and immediately pulled away like he was being burned. "D-damn it." He muttered, error signs moving around him more frequently.