The music within us Sans x reader

Chapter 7

Sometimes you just have to sit together in the emotions.

The silence drags on for a seemingly never ending minute as I desperately search my mind for something to say. Finally, right before I spit out a cheesy pun he clears his throat.

"Sorry for running out of the room this morning like that." He mumbles while rubbing the back of his skull. "I was a bit surprised. I'm not used to anybody... reaching out like that. Humans at least."

"Oh, no that's okay. You don't have to apologize, I should have asked first." I pause and take notice of his tense figure. He still looked uncomfortable. "Sorry if I made you uneasy, I won't do it again." I sigh and rest my head on top of my bag.

I hear him exhale shakily and then he starts taping his fingertip on the table. "N-no.. I mean it's t-totally fine if you wanna.." He trails off, as does his tapping, picking his words carefully I suppose. "...reach out and stuff b-but let me know, y-you know?" He starts tapping his finger again, louder this time, when he finishes.

When I finally gather the courage to look up from his fingers I catch him gazing at me through dim eye lights. When our eyes meet he immediately lowers his head in a weak attempt to hide the blue blush dusting his cheekbones. The tapping ceases. I straighten my spine and prepare to address him but he quickly cuts me off.

"W-whatever though. So should we talk about.. the important stuff?" Sans asks, drawing a sigh from me.

"Yeah I guess." I pause and lay my head back down on my book bag. "What did he look like?"

"He was taller then me, silver hair, dark eyes. I didn't get a very good look at him, he was wearing a hoodie. I only caught a glimpse of him right before he ran because his hood fell away. He smelled of alcohol and cigarettes, it was sickening." A scowl works it's way onto Sans' face, all evidence of him ever being embarrassed at all was gone.

"Did he..hurt you?" I ask worriedly. Sans didn't seem to have any injuries but monsters might process pain differently.

"No, not a chance. He was a drunk stumbling mess. He tackled me to the ground but I made quick work of dumping him on his sorry ass, and then he ran away." He appeared to be holding something back about it, but I decided to leave it. The last thing I needed was Sans seeing just how worried I was.

"Oh, that's good." I glance down at Sans' hand resting on the table. He had stopped tapping, but I could see him quietly scratching at the wood. "I have a feeling you have questions, I'll answer anything I can."

"Why were you alone in the quiet side of town so late?"

"I went to some mini concert or something. Some girl was playing the guitar and I stayed around a little too long to watch." I try my best to keep a straight face as I bend the truth ever so slightly. I had in fact been at a concert, my own concert, and I had hung around too long.

"But she was in the market and I found you pretty far away from there."

"There were too many people leaving, and I don't do so good in crowds so I took the backstreets." I divert my eyes to the table and hope he just lets it go.

"Well, in the future don't do something so dangerous while you're alone." He sighs and lays his head down on his arms, attempting to make eye contact. "Do you remember anything about that guy?"