Getting in real close to Asgore's chest in order to savor both his intrinsic smell mixed with the scent of burning charcoal that was imparted upon him after a cookout, bringing Asgore's favorite shirt under the needle and doing everything in my power to save it after he flexed his biceps at a bad angle while lifting up the couch so I could clean under it (just barely saved it), lowering myself from the couch onto the carpet over to the space right in front of Asgore where I put myself in-between his legs and drape them both over my shoulders down into an "X" shape across my torso almost like lap bars on a roller coaster so that I can hug him while we watch television together