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[She doesn't response to him right away, but instead let's her mind go back to the events when their positions were switched. Sans had had just came back from the death and she had hauled him violently off his bed to the floor and closed him to embrace-- finally allowing him inside to her heart. It feels like that had happened a lifetime ago, instead of just few months. That was also when he gave her the rarely used 'sweetheart.'

That event had been defining point in their relationship, giving them a direction where to continue going.

Part of her wondered whether things were to remain the same or what happened to her would open yet another door for them.

Then, slowly, J gets up and moves to sit next to him, leaning her back against the wall and crossing her legs. There's a trace of a smile on her lips, one that doesn't even come close in reaching her eyes.]