"I gotta keep stoking that fire of yours, I'd hate for all this hugging to put it out."

Touch is a funny thing. It can be horrible, it can be uncomfortable, it can be weird, but this is somehow none of those. Hugging it out on the floor of their perpetually messy dorm... it's not ideal, but it's so indicative of everything their relationship is and always has been that Sans can't find a fault in it.

He's glad to be back. He's glad to be here. And maybe that's the first time in a long time he's thought something along those lines.

"What'd I miss?" He leans back finally, ruffling her hair in the way he knows she hate. "I'm running dry on ribbing material, help a guy out."