Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Partnership

*Frisk's POV*

Waking up seemed harder then it ever had been before.

My eyes felt glued shut, and the cold air seemed to rush into every crack that wasn't covered by the ripped blanket.

Shivering, I pulled the blanket over my upper arms and waist, where I needed it most. Then I kept my eyes shut for as long as the weak slumber would last.

This wasn't very long, and they opened slowly as I fought the urge to groan in displeasure.

The light above flickered, once again threatening me with darkness.

Ignoring the threat, I glanced around to remember where I was, and when I had remembered I shivered and didn't fight the groan.

It was soft, and I knew it couldn't be heard by G, even though he was awake and hunched over with his hand rubbing his neck slowly.

I could hear him grunt with discomfort, and I could see his and working away at his neck bones.

When I saw G, my mind flicked back to yesterday's stories and laughs like a slap in the face.

Sitting up slowly, I was surprised to see G didn't notice that either as he continued to rub his neck.

When I thought about it, which was the only thing I could do in a dark room with the man who I despised, I realized that he must be in incredibly tense pain from sleeping in the chair.

I realized that unlike humans, who have skin, muscles, tissue, and blood to keep their bones safe and comforted, G only has bones that are open to the hard cold world around us.

Sleeping on a mattress was probably the only way he could even come close to feeling comfortable at night, and he had let me sleep there while he slept on the wooden chair.

When my mind went back to prison, the thought had never crossed my mind that he used the mattress because he needed too.

I had only thought his was his selfish mind caring for himself.

Thinking about standing up, my eyes glanced at my ankle.

It had felt much better then the night before, and I turned it to my side a bit, only feeling a slight throbbing pain that seemed like an annoying bug bite instead of a sharp pain.

So, taking the chance, I slowly got up onto my knees, keeping the ripped blanket around my cold arms as I relaxed in the quiet room.

Even with the mattress, my back still ached, and I felt even worse for G.

Over come with pity, I stood up carefully and slowly to avoid a shooting pain in my ankle.

The shooting pain never came, and I limped slightly over to G.

Still, he hadn't noticed me and pity continued to ache my heart while I stood behind him.

Without thinking, my hands placed themselves on his tense, bone shoulders.

The ripped blanket was still draped over my arms as my mind seemed to flow blank with pity and concern for G, the monster I hated.

When I touched his shoulders, he jolted with shock and grunted a bit, but didn't protest as I began to work on his shoulders for him.

What was I doing?

There was no possible way I was thinking at that moment, and I seemed to be lost while my hands rubbed and squeezed his shoulders, feeling them tense and un-tense at each movement. 

Although I didn't look at his face, I knew G was shutting his eyes as he laid back in the chair, letting me work away at the dull bones.

Never in my life had I expected to do this to G.