Warmth and fuzziness. Wasn't that the things you were meant to feel around the person you were so deeply in love with? The skeleton hated that he felt like he was falling deeper with every day that seemed to pass. He still didn't get to see Frisk as often as he would have liked, being stuck to Andrew's side and all. But when he got to see her, and she smiled... Somehow, now, it made his soul feel like it wanted to flutter away. It was like she was turning him into an utter lovesick mess, and he hated it. Had he had the chance to call her his, maybe it wouldn't have bothered him so much. Seeing her with Andrew, it broke him. If he had only accepted that day... Fuck sake...

Glumly, Sans found himself sitting alone at home. It was late at night so, he didn't really have anywhere to go. Instead, he just sat by himself, staring at the four walls, mentally wishing that just for once something could go the way he really wanted it to in his life, rather than for everything to feel the need to collapse around him. What bugged him was that when they captured Andrew, Sans never expected him to have to stick around. He never expected Frisk to fall for the guy. However, she had. 

What was completely humiliating, even if it was only to his own knowledge, that night he ended up dreaming about her. (Which was why he was awake now). It had been the most bizarre and embarrassing dream of his life. The fact that he even thought of Frisk in such a way, suddenly, it just... It was hard to wrap his mind around. At first, it had started off pretty normally. Like he was in real life right now, he was just hanging out at his apartment, all alone, until he had heard a knock at the door. 

When opening it, Sans was shocked to see Frisk standing there, a somewhat nervous look on her face. He had been puzzled as to why she was there at his apartment, confused as to what she wanted. "what ya doin' here, frisk?" His dream self had asked her. At first, she nervously avoided his eyes, before looking back towards him.

"I need to talk to you." Dream Frisk had told him. With that said, he had allowed her inside, and what she said next, had shocked him, and made him so unbelievably happy that he could cry. Shame it was just a dream. "I broke up with Andrew. Truth is, I'm still madly in love with you, Sans." Hearing that, it sent him over the moon. So much in fact, that he couldn't stop himself from stepping towards her, planting a loving kiss upon her lips. Both seeming to close their eyes, they sunk into it, holding each other in such a close embrace.

Sans knew where the dream might have led had he not woken up, that was the embarrassing part. In the dream, the kiss had suddenly become more heated, and somewhat needy. It hadn't helped with the fact that Frisk had let out the tiny sound of a small moan, which only caused his dream self to shudder. It was then, that he woke up, yelping out in a panic, only to find out that he was not kissing Frisk. Instead, he was in his bedroom, sitting in bed with his covers tangled around him.

From the stress of the dream, he had sweat drops beginning to form upon his skull, and he could feel his cheekbones were mantled and burning with cyan blush. "god dammit..." He had groaned to himself, covering his face with his hands, trying to recollect himself after such a dream. When being in love with Frisk, sleeping with her wasn't even something that was currently on his mind. But because of how desperately it felt like he wanted her, his mind probably thought it would be funny to make him feel like he wanted to dig himself a hole and die.

The thing that horrified him more than anything, was the idea that maybe Andrew and Frisk would never break up. What if it turned out that in a couple of years, those two were still stuck together, he was still madly in love with her, and they ended up getting married? Such an idea like that shook Sans some. And yeah... He kept trying to tell himself that he missed his chance... That he should stop wishing they would break up, that he should stop being so selfish... He couldn't help it. 

Maybe the better thing was just to not try to read too much into that dream. Dreams could always be strange, right? Sometimes they always took the weirdest turn, and you as a person never really had much control over them. Unless you were the lucky kind of people who were able to have full control over their dreams. To reassure himself and to not feel as embarrassed, Sans wanted to just tell himself that... It was only one of those weird dreams and that was that. That it had no reflection on what he had been thinking. 

But it had to come from somewhere, right? Just... Shut up, shut up, shut up. He had to slap his blushing cheekbones several times to snap himself out of his thoughts, before climbing out of bed. Maybe he could just have something to eat and watch a movie to try and focus on something else. He could only hope anyway. There wasn't much else he had in mind to try and distract himself. Unless he wanted to go to some stupid club and get himself wasted. Then again, stuff like that didn't really get you in the best place.

At least getting drunk at Grillby's, he knew his friend was there to stop him from doing anything he would regret. If he got drunk at some random bar, he knew he'd make a couple hundred mistakes. He'd probably use someone to try and get over his sadness in his drunken state, to get over Frisk. That was something he didn't really fancy getting into. There could be so many complications that could possibly follow afterwards after such a stupid idea.

Just hoping that he would stop thinking about her, Sans decided to get a bag of microwaveable popcorn, before shoving it into the microwave and cooking it. He waited impatiently, before finally hearing the couple beeps that was telling him he could take it out. Doing so, he then walked to the couch, while then going to sit down and wrap a blanket around himself that sat on the back of the couch. 

From then on, he just flicked through the channels, hoping to find something good to watch on TV. He just hoped that this would keep him distracted until he fell back asleep, and that it would keep the lovesick thoughts away. 

There was nothing he hated more than not being able to stop thinking about her.