Bromance Romance ~ sansby fanfiction.

10. continuing where we left off in chapter 6.

A/N: the first 100 words or so are a short recap (? kinda) of what happened but maybe go read chapter 6 again if you are left in a blurr.

Sans was mad at himself for cutting again. He hadn't done that since they came on the surface. But with that phone call in mind, he couldn't help it. It was like a need he forgot he had. Like he didn't drink water for hours only to remember he should and feel dihaidrated all of a sudden.

Now, as he cleaned the cuts he just made, he felt bad for doing it. He wished to undone it, but the damage is permanent. Maybe he over reacted. Or maybe it's just the forever lasting fight he has with his own braim.

One thing came to his mind as he made his way in the kitchen, to eat whatever Payrus cooked for dinner.

'what would grillby think?'

Sans decided he wouldn't tell Grillby. It was non of his bussines anyway.

But it was non of his bussines a few years ago, too. When he came in, two weeks after the talk with Alphys, with new bandages on his arms.
It was non of his bussines and yet he still asked Sans what happened and listened to all of his pittyfull stories.

He won't tell Grillby.

So with that thought in mind, he went to Grillby's the very next day.

He sat in his stool, too aware of the bandages wrapping around his arm and too self conscious that the bartender will see under his jacket.

So, with a sigh, Sans got off his jacket. He then stood there, waiting for the world to crumble.

At first Grillby passed him without seeing him. But this was normal on a busy day.
Then, he passed in front of him again. At first he shot Sans a quick glance and a short wave, to somehow tell the skeleton that he indeed, saw he was there, but he was busy.

Then, before walking away, he shot another glance at the skeleton and stopped in his tracks.
Grillby then proceeded to give the plates he was holding to an employee, and offer Sans to talk in the back room.

"I have a feeling you took your jacket off because you wanted me to see, which is weird coming from the one person I know who would hide that he was dying for me not to worry."

Sans nodded. "i felt bad for coming here and lying straight to your face."

'For once' Grillby said under his breath. Sans did not hear. "Did you wash them well?" He said a little louder.

'w-wash..."

"The cuts. Did you wash them?"

"yes?"

Sans was sitting on a red couch in the employee area of the restaurant. Grillby kneeled in front of him, to be on the same level, and took Sans' hands in his. He felt blush cover his cheeks and he looked away from the bartender in shame. He knew he deserved people that cared for him, even though it's hard to believe sometimes.

"Please tell me when this happens, Sans. All the time it happens."

Sans knew Grillby meant no harm, but the way he said it made it look like it was some kind of untreatable disease. He knew how to take care of it. Things just got overwhelming sometimes.

So he told Grillby about Frisk. About the deal they made. And about the talk with the therapist. He told him everything because he deserved to know. Why? Sans didn't know. But his heart told him Grillby had to know.

Because lovers don't keep secrets from eachother.

With that in mind, Sans ended his story with a heart warming,
"i should have told you everything earlier, you know i love you."

He didn't quite understand why Grillby looked so astonished to hear that. Of course he wanted to be honest with him.
But in half a second Sans realised what he actually said. The 'you know i love you' playing in his head like a broken record.

He really said that. To Grillby. In the back room of his restaurant. He fidgeted awkwardly on the sofa. The bartender was still holding his hands.

They made eye contact and Sans saw Grillby had the biggest smile on his face, which made him a little more concerned for some reason.

"D-did you just say you loved me?"

"i did. and it's getting kind of hot now that i think of it."

Grillby laughed. A quiet, deep laugh that made the tension in the air loosen.

"Is this what this meant then?" He asked, pulling out a piece of paper from his vest's pocket.

Sans took it and unfolded it.

' Tell him already. (You know what I'm talking about, Sans.)

~ Frisk =) '

Sans read it a couple of times before looking back at Grillby. "how long have you been holding onto that piece of paper?"

Grillby shrugged. "I think you left it on my bar back in the underground. You know... that last time you got drunk."

"oh, yeah, that was tearable." Sans responded half mindeldy, looking at the paper again.

"seemes like frisk saw right through me."

"Looks like they did indeed." Grillby gave another one of those deep, quiet chukcles.

Sans made a note to himself that he loved that chuckle. Then he cleared his throat, and looked Grillby in the eye once more. "no joke, but i kinda really like you. d-do you... d-do you do too?"

Grillby squeezed Sans' hands as if non verbaly saying yes. "I kinda really like you, too."

Sans laughed. "you don't need to say that out of pity for me, you know?"

Grillby then proceeded to stand up, drag Sans up too, and bring him in a thight hug, spinning around a few times, with him in his arms.

The skeleton hugged back as soon as his feet felt the floor beneath him again.

"I love you, Sans. I do. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"no, i just hoped you'd say we'll stay like this a while longer."

"We'll stay like this until tomorrow." Grillby said, hugging even tighter and resting his head on Sans's.

"i love you."

"I love you, too."

A/N: 1045 words and ong how cute was this? my heart melted a little from all that love. (the real kind of love not the LOVE.)