Relief rushes through them, comforting warm, and they relax into it.
"You needed it," they mumble into his hoodie's shoulder. That was important, even if it kind of (really) hurt them.
Once the hug is broken--which might not be for a little bit, if Sans doesn't pull away first--they'll just lean back, head flopping against the chair's soft seat.
"Dunno. Don't have to. When I can sleep, it can be anywhere. When I can't...I can't. Anywhere." To Frisk, this spot is as good as any.
It's kind of odd, how often they keep finding each other coincidentally. (Or maybe not, they suspect now, but don't bother putting further thought into it.)
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"You needed it," they mumble into his hoodie's shoulder. That was important, even if it kind of (really) hurt them.
Once the hug is broken--which might not be for a little bit, if Sans doesn't pull away first--they'll just lean back, head flopping against the chair's soft seat.
"Dunno. Don't have to. When I can sleep, it can be anywhere. When I can't...I can't. Anywhere." To Frisk, this spot is as good as any.
It's kind of odd, how often they keep finding each other coincidentally. (Or maybe not, they suspect now, but don't bother putting further thought into it.)