Fairytale Complex - [Sans x Reader]

Chapter Twenty Five | Confession (Part 2 of 2 | His POV)

          By the time Sans closes the sink's shutoff valve and fixes what he's broken, there's a large puddle beneath him.

          And it trails all the way to the door, seeping underneath it.

          The soft splish-splash of bare footsteps approaches, then the door opens, revealing his partner – wide-eyed and mouth open.

          It's a primarily wordless conversation as he meets their eyes, most of what he wants to say communicated by an apologetic look on his irises and him showing them his phone, fully unlocked for them to use freely. Their expression quickly changes to a teary gaze and a shaky smile, and they step in to grab the phone, though they hug him first. It's a desperate embrace, the strength they apply into it letting their relief known. When they let go, he holds their face and kisses their cheek. A salty taste overcomes him, and even further when they decide to hug him tight again and let more tears flow through.

          As that moment ends, he helps them get back to their feet, while they return his phone, not bothering to check what he'd wanted them to.

          Plenty of things could be cleared up if they read what he wanted to show them, yet…

          Sans decides not to push – he could very well show them that when they're less weary, and when he's had his fair share of rest and recovery, too.

          (Y/N) gestures for him to follow them, so he does, though he first takes off his shoes and socks, setting these aside by the only dry spot left in the bathroom.

          He'll need to excuse himself to mop the floor soon, but he believes following them is more important now.

          The path where they want to take him to involves going downstairs, en route to the kitchen, the lights still on. They hold his hand when he shows trouble matching their steps, and they smile and giggle when he's forced to grab on tighter and closer to their arm to keep himself from falling. It's an odd kind of feeling – depending on others as heavily he's been doing so far. And he's uncertain whether that's a positive thing or not, although by the look on his partner's face – their tears gone and their smile now loose – he assumes they've eased out, at least. Whenever he slows down a little, they do, too. And whenever he stumbles, they stop, grabbing onto the railings until he's able to recover. Time feels like it's stopped, and Sans wonders how much longer until he reaches the kitchen.

          It takes a few more steps, along with another pause from his partner, to keep up with his pace.

          The first thing Sans spots as he walks into the lit kitchen is – to his surprise – Grillby cutting a few ingredients on a wooden board, with Frisk sleeping soundly (and loudly) on the floor nearby, an inflatable mattress set up for them. There's a brightly coloured 'Get Well Soon' card in their hand, plus a polka-dotted, poorly wrapped gift next to them, noticeably knocked aside when they dozed off. Their loud snoring has involuntarily contributed to the surprise factor, as – when he looks around some more – he catches Undyne and Alphys sitting by the dining table, the former mumbling all sorts of complaints, protests, and threats at her phone, and the latter typing away furiously on her laptop, a deep glare in her gaze as she mumbles something about 'monsterhood' and 'not having each other's backs'. Multiple packs and bottles of medicine wait at the very center of the table, and there's a thick and tall pile of folders and papers waiting for their attention. Sans looks back to the kitchen, where he sees Papyrus pop up from behind the refrigerator door, and that's another thing that leaves him wondering. This time, it's regarding how long it was left open, and how he didn't notice him there right from the beginning. He makes eye contact just then, and his brother eagerly waves at him in response, a large and varied batch of ingredients held up firm in his other hand.