[The silence stretches on a few more minutes, each of them letting J's final judgment hang between them like ever expanding distance. Sans finds himself wishing he had more chocolate, but going through the effort of getting it makes his bones feel even heavier than they already do.]
I think it's about time we head back. [Sans finally decides, tapping her lightly on the shoulder on his way to standing.] Med'an's probably freaking out over our empty beds, you know how he gets.
[And I'd like you to actually get some rest tonight, is the part he thinks but does not say.]
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I think it's about time we head back. [Sans finally decides, tapping her lightly on the shoulder on his way to standing.] Med'an's probably freaking out over our empty beds, you know how he gets.
[And I'd like you to actually get some rest tonight, is the part he thinks but does not say.]