[He rolls his eyes and mocks a silent laugh, but he can see it. Sans does have that kind of vibe and he supposes he wouldn't be far off from joking about it if he lived with him.

He flushes, looking away and back. And then smiling. That was the J he was used to, the one that teased her way under his skin. He hoped it meant she felt better than whatever was really bothering her in the elevator. He could handle being the fool in front of her if it gave that trade off.]

I might have to kick them out for a while then, if you ever really wanted to come by.

[He can totally kick the guy's ass for that. What's another fight in the long run?

He watches her start to pull away parts of her outfit and likens it to someone pulling away armor. She looks more delicate with the shed layers, though he knows she's no less sharp. He moves an arm length away, reaches out to push at a lock of her hair.]

I don't think I mentioned it but you do look nice, even though you're tired.