Geno Sans stood frozen, his glitched frames flickering wildly as he stared at you, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and disbelief.

“You—You tried to kiss me—” he stammered, his voice cracking mid-sentence. His scarf twitched nervously as he clutched at it, as if it could somehow shield him from the situation.

“Why? What made you think that was a good idea?!” he asked, his glitching eye flickering uncontrollably, the error symbols around his sockets betraying his spiraling thoughts.

“I’m a walking error! A mess of code and regrets! And you—” He pointed an accusatory finger at you, his face flushed in an odd mix of embarrassment and something he didn’t want to name. “You think that’s what I needed?”

You hesitated, giving him a small smile, which made him groan and bury his face in his hands.

“You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, his muffled voice both exasperated and, if you listened closely, just a little touched when realizing you just wanted to comfort him.