Getting home from work as fast as I possibly can after having to stay an hour late despite promising Asgore we'd have tea together when I got home only to see that he had unfortunately already prepared the now cold beverages in expectation of my earlier arrival, which causes me such an intense ache of guilt from deep within my soul that I down the entire cup like a shot of alcohol and hug him while trying to apologize (he forgives me and assures me that he was only worried if I was alright). Visiting Asgore's close friend Rudy Holiday together in the hospital to replace the bouquet stationed there and feeling really grateful that he has somebody to share this kind of brotherly friendship with, even despite the obviously terrible circumstances of their meetings of late. Trying out bowling with Asgore (special ordered a bowling ball that would fit his fingers along with convincing the guy at the counter that he didn't need bowling shoes don't worry) since I stand absolutely no chance against him in any sort of contact sport while also not wanting him to have to hold back, and finding that we actually quite enjoy playing it together and even consider making it a monthly occasion