The Heat of a Soul

Storytime

"You remembered a past timeline, like I always have. I have never met another monster who had to carry this weight, but I think it had something with you seeing- this."

Sans raised his hand and gestured limply to his chest, his previous demeanor absent from his features. Grillby stayed quiet, having raised his head enough to look at Sans, soaking in every word that fell from the skeleton's mouth.

"What exactly happened, after I passed out?" Sans asked gently, feeling as if he were treading on thin ice, and one wrong move could send him and Grillby plummeting into the cold wrath of the water beneath. Grillby nodded curtly, as if given a que, and tried to remember his dream.

"You had fainted, and when I tried to hold you up, my strength gave out. I think it was because I had nearly given up, had stopped caring as I realized we were the only ones left.What scared me the most, was how cold you felt.. Feel."

He watched with weary eyes as Sans nodded back to him, pausing to drink some of his coffee. When he had finished, he let his arm settle against the arm rest on his side of the couch, his fingers wrapped tightly around the handle.

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, Grillby. It's just- well, I thought you didn't know, or remember. If I had shown you this and had no way of backing it up other then a story of a past timeline that no one else can remember.. I wasn't sure if you would believe me."

Grillby parted his lips as if to speak, but Sans cut him off, catching his eye.

"Even if you did, then you would have to carry the same weight. That isn't fair. I should be the only one that suffers with this, because I was the one inflicted with it."

His empty hand had slid across the front of his shirt and now was clenching the fabric in a tight fist. Below it, Sans felt that damned icy chill that Grillby had been speaking about, wishing there was a way to ease its cold grip.

He was a bit surprised to feel the cushion beneath him shift under a new weight, that mass nearly collapsing onto him. He gasped, a bit winded, but soon caught his breath, smiling to Grillby who was laying in his lap.

"Yeah.. Your really cold, and mysterious, and an ass."

"Oh?"

"Yes, because like I have explained so many times before, you are mine, as I am yours, and that means we face stuff TOGETHER." Grillby put extra enfaces on the last work, narrowing his eyes in an attempt to make the skeleton agree.

Sans laughed and nodded, squirming as Grillby cuddled against him, his hot cheek warming his ribs. A sneaky hand played across the opposite side to Grillby's face, ticketing the monster and rewarding the bartender with a snicker of delight.

"Alright. Now, since I didn't wake up to you, I'm going to sleep right here, and I expect you to be right where I left you." Grillby yawned tiredly, proving his exauhstion.

Sans nodded in response, almost nodding off as he closed his eyes slowly. Once again, the heat of Grillby against him did well to fend of the creeping chill inside his chest, making him think of fire melting ice.

-GIANT GRIN- EHHHHHHHH!