You grab Sans' hand comfortingly, seeing the pain that laid deep within. He had obviously never really argued with his brother before, the experience taking its toll on the monster. You had admit that the brother's bond was quite extraordinary, deeper then ever thought possible for a human, well monster in this case. Your grip tightened, seeing the tears threatening to fall down his bony cheeks once more. You had both left Frisk's home some time ago, after thanking them of course. It would seem that the closer you got to Sans' home the more heartbroken he became, his resolve literally shattering to pieces in front of you. You didn't like this, not at all. Tears always swept you up, knowing how much someone was hurting and watching as they foolishly kept it bottled up. You knew that such actions would do no good, having had the experience yourself. You could feel your soul pulsate with worry, sensing the sadness in the skeleman's heart. You felt all that he did, the emotions becoming too much for your fragile being. You sigh, looking into Sans' sockets and knowing that despite his smile he felt nothing but hollowness.

" Sans, Papyrus will forgive you " The skeleton looks down to the floor, kicking his slippers as he walked slowly through the streets. He was trying to avoid your gaze, knowing that you would excessively worry and perhaps cause your soul to shatter more. He cared too much to let that happen, convincing himself that his actions were for the better good. You begin to look around for something to perhaps ease Sans' mood, seeing a familiar venue from the corner of your eye. Grillby's. An idea sparks within you, pulling Sans away from the busy streets and to the dark dim bar he loved so much. If there was one place Sans could feel at home then it was here. The place were you both met, the place it all changed.