Both Sanses look down at Frisk. Both Sanses look at one another.

Then they both quietly give up on the idea of motivating Frisk to get up. Sans starts to get up off the bed. Sans-Serif grabs a hold of him and glares. And, just this once, the unspoken communication that passes between them works.

So, taking care to give Frisk as much space as they can, both skeletons lay down on the bed width-wise, too - Sans on one side, Sans-Serif on the other. Sans is deep asleep within seconds. For Serif, it takes a little longer.

"i'll wake him up," Serif mumbles, in case Frisk is still awake to hear them. "if he has a bad dream again."