Sans-Serif shifts when S-4 leans against him, for the sake of wrapping his arms around his brother in a tight hug. He shushes the other skeleton gently, though more due to his self-deprecation than his tears. Sans-Serif's own eyesockets are blurred with them once more, but he doesn't care. He lets them fall, so maybe S-4 will see that it's okay. "no way, s-4, that was really good. you picked a really hard book, i-i know you did. but you made it all the way to the end! you didn't give up. and, and you read much louder than i do. so i know frisk heard you. and i know they're happy! because bedtime stories make everyone happy."
S-4 might be able to hear footsteps slowly approaching, after a moment. Sans-Serif does, but he doesn't bother to look around, since he can also immediately tell who it is.
"he's right, s-4." Sans smiles down at them both, tired and fond. There are the smudged remains of tears around his eyesockets. He hoped he hadn't distracted either of them from their work when he'd finally broken down. "take it from me. that was...that was something special. from both of you. frisk would be happy."
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Date: 2016-02-19 11:12 pm (UTC)S-4 might be able to hear footsteps slowly approaching, after a moment. Sans-Serif does, but he doesn't bother to look around, since he can also immediately tell who it is.
"he's right, s-4." Sans smiles down at them both, tired and fond. There are the smudged remains of tears around his eyesockets. He hoped he hadn't distracted either of them from their work when he'd finally broken down. "take it from me. that was...that was something special. from both of you. frisk would be happy."