"Beggars can't be choosers. I'll take a nap where I can get it."

His words are casual, bordering on a parody of laid back, but the warmth crimping at the edges of his sockets is impossible to miss. If Sans thought he had half a chance of catching Peter, he might've just dragged the kid into a hug.

Of course, he didn't, so his hands stayed where they were. Tucked casually into his jacket pocket, Sans cocks his head to the side slightly in a far less invasive greeting.

"How've you been, kiddo?"