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You and Sans were best friends ever since you met each other. Hell, you even lived with him and his brother now in the Underground. Truth is, neither of you had many friends growing up. Maybe that was why you gravitated towards each other? Who knows. Point is, you were very close. Sans was a VERY affectionate person. Funnily enough though, he always got a little flustered when that affection was returned. He admitted a while ago that he wasn’t used to that affection being returned. One type of affection Sans LOVED was putting his hands on your cheeks and just... looking at your face. This was one of those times. He stares into your eyes, an almost... loving look on his face. He smiles softly, for once not being hyper or loud. While you loved him, you had to admit, he could be a bit much with his energy sometimes. He tilts his head, still staring into your eyes. “You’re really pretty, you know.” He says, surprising you and startling you out of your thoughts.