Just Good Enough

Chapter 34

G's POV

After Paps had went to bed and it was just Frisk and I, it had gotten really quiet. I got the feeling that she was going to put up a fight with going to bed. Then she did. When she'd called me edgy she was practically asking for it. And her laugh.. God her laugh....

Once you've heard Frisk actually laugh you couldn't unhear it. You could tell when she was faking a laugh, or when she found something funny and she only giggles but you know it's not fake because you'll hear the genuine tone she has when she's cheering up and god did I love it.

I would always scold myself for forgiving her as fast as I had. She was gone for five years.... I couldn't comprehend how she spent all that time on her own. Perhaps her determination kept her going. Out of worry, I would occasionally ask to see her soul but she would deny me, attempt to assure me she was fine, and walk away. I didn't mind though.. I could wait.. Wasn't like she was dying...... And that light pink blush that would dust her cheeks.... Heh

After she started getting loud I stopped, mainly because I didn't want to wake Paps. She looked much happier after the little fight we had. If you could even call it that. She had given in and I'd picked her up bridal style, walking toward the stairs. I smirked at her little freak out. So she wasn't a fan of sudden height increase.... Perhaps I could use that to my advantage at some point...

And desperation? What?

"You don't seem to mind hangin' with the source of the scent doll face" I stated, knowing I was right.

But then.... No reply?

I glanced down at her to find her asleep. Already?? I had barely gotten to the top of the steps and she fell asleep on me? Guess she didn't mind my scent of "desperation". She looked so peaceful, I almost didn't want to put her down. I knew I'd have to though or I would wake up to a screech and then probably a hit to the head.

Using my magic, I focused on the door handle, making it turn and swing open. She deserved a night on the bed. I knew she always woke with a bad back, and it was kind of my way for punishing her for leaving so long ago. But that was just it. It was so long ago. Was there even a reason to be mad? I couldn't hold grudges unless the person had done the unthinkable.... Like killing my brother....

I never would have forgiven Frisk if I hadn't found out about chara.

As soon as I'd placed her down on the bed she looked much more relaxed. Were her shoulders always so tense? Even though she still wouldn't outright say it, I knew she had been through a lot of shit. I wanted to help so bad. The sans in me screamed at me to do so. But at the same time I didn't fully trust that she wasn't going to leave yet.

I plopped myself down on the bean bag chair with a sigh. What was she complaining about? This shit was comfy as hell.... Well, it probably wouldn't be in the morning, I'd have to crack my back. Oh well, I'd deal with it. What was one night anyway? With that to end my worries, I fell asleep.

When I woke the next morning I was a bit confused... For a few reasons actually. The first being that Frisk wasn't in bed. The second was that, the room smelled good, and different. Was Papyrus making something new and Frisk was watching? God I hoped so...

I shrugged off my jacket, and pulled my sweater off, over my head, walking over to the closet I'd had. I grabbed a sweater that looked identical to the one I'd had on and slipped it on. What? I like the look I have okay? I change it up sometimes...

Once I had my jacket back on, I lit myself a cigarette and stuffed my hands into my pockets, stepping out into the hall. It hadn't changed much.. Except for the railing I had installed. It was just safer.... 'Specially when I came home drunk every now and again.