Arxse

"*i don't really know what to do but... i can't let you like this..." Sans said. "*look, just tell me if i can help or something, kay?" He didn't sound soft, but not annoyed either. But Frisk was glad he proposed this. "It's okay. I'm fine. Just stay here, and that's enough." they said, snuggling into him. "Thanks." Sans blushed, not used to show his soft side. "*wanna tell me what's wrong?" he asked, curious, and, he had to admit, worried too. "Maybe, but... later, okay...?" "*sure." Frisk closed their eyes again, trying to relax. Sans stared at them for a moment. He continued caressing their hair. He wanted to appreciate this moment