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It's been quite the stressful week for most of the castle's inhabitants. S-4 wasn't any different. With losing Frisk, fighting with Sans-Serif not to take any souls, struggling with the overwhelming emotions the funeral brought up, and then trying to deal with his dear friend's return as well as attempting to take care of his siblings (even Sans, despite him holing himself up in some mysterious room in the castle with that weird human), S-4 was a bit exhausted. But he wasn't about to sleep without a bedtime story.

Sans was too busy, so S-4 didn't want to bother him by asking. Sans-Serif would have helped, but he was still learning to read, and S-4 didn't want to frustrate him. It would probably be fine to just read it to himself.

He takes one of the picture books to the lounge, and is slowly flipping through it, a fingerbone pressed to the page underneath the words so he can keep his place.

"Out... came... the baby... bird."

Sophie called him a baby. He knows what that is. And a bird are those singing, flying creatures up in the trees. But the one in this book talks. Maybe only little birds can do that?

"'Where... is my... mother?' he said..."

Now that's a word he doesn't know.

"Mother? Mother... like brother?"

They rhyme, so it must be similar. But what exactly is one? Does he have one?

He's frowning at the book until he realizes someone is watching him read. Usually, he'd have a moment to be embarrassed about being caught like this, but right now, his question is too serious to be ignored for shame.

"What's a mother?"

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Date: 2016-05-02 05:25 am (UTC)
sansational: Sans, sitting back and at ease with life for the moment (Stick with me kid)
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"heh. right. no crying. can't have that."

And indeed, though his eyesockets are still a little watery, Sans makes another attempt to wipe them clear, and he follows along easily enough. He tucks himself happily against S-4's side, under his arm so that his brother can keep reading, and stares down at the page alongside him.

As promised, he mostly lets S-4 take the lead with reading. But every time he stumbles over a word, Sans helps him sound it out. Every time he mispronounces something, Sans corrects him gently, usually preceded with a "you were really close..." or "yeah, that one's kind of tricky..."

But even those corrections will slowly start to come more slowly, as Sans' weight slowly starts to settle more firmly against S-4's side. Just a couple of pages from the end, Sans isn't quite successful in stifling a yawn. He wraps an arm around S-4's waist, turns his head a little more firmly against S-4's ribcage, and before the last page is turned he's fast asleep curled up against his brother's reassuringly familiar form.

That's okay, though. Sans is still confident that it all turns out okay in the end.

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