Sans wasn't at all expecting Frisk to cling to him like she was, but he didn't complain, didn't push her away. He just held her all the tighter, very subtly rocking them back and forth like he had in the past. And though he was the one who was supposed to be comforting her, she would never know how at ease he felt from just this. His insecurities, his doubts, the painful cooling of his soul, it all disappeared as he held her.

As she buried her face into his jacket, he rubbed her back with his free hand, not letting go of hers with the other.

It was in these moments that he noticed just how fragile humans were, or at least this human. When they'd first met all those timelines ago, Frisk had been brave, strong, independent, and had a certain 'loner' vibe about her. Like a child just wanting to explore some strange new world.

But as she'd grown older in this timeline, it all seemed to weigh down on her more and more.

He could tell she was trying to hold it all in and act like nothing was wrong. After all, he was a pro at that, so it was easy to tell when someone else was attempting it. Most of the time it was little things that gave it away, like how she would sneak sad, guilty looks at him and Papyrus, or when she would just kind of zone out and stare off at nothing with this kind of deer in headlights look. After all, after the first reset he'd been the same way.

It had all felt like some twisted, messed up dream.

However, Sans never talked about the timelines with anyone. He kept it to himself, content with being the one to bear the weight of it. He was the only one in this world who stayed awake at night wondering when the next reset would be.

He wouldn't even dream of talking to Frisk about it either, not after witnessing her first night terror. She apologized so many times, that she'd worked herself into a frenzy of sobbing apologies that didn't stop until she'd finally cried herself to sleep.

And in those moments, Sans knew that he would always forgive her. Even if she got bored and decided to reset again, he would still forgive her.

In this world where she was god, she had to live with every choice she made, and with that small justice allowed him to forgive her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

The phrase was a cause for alarm as she seemed to become even more delicate in the skeleton's arms. Was she going to work herself up again? Would she have another panic attack? He ran a bony hand throuhg her soft brown hair, making gentle 'shush'ing sounds to try and calm her.

"I would take it all back if I could."

He felt his soul freeze at that. Did.... Did she know he remembered? No. This timeline he'd decided it would be best to just act like he never remembered anything from before, in hopes of ending the cycle of hostility between them, and be it that, or Frisk finally deciding she was done killing, it had worked.

It was best to keep on pretending, he decided.

"What? For earlier? Don't sweat it, kiddo. I'dda choked too if some creepy skeleton got that close to me," he joked with a genuine smile.

Gently he pushed her back, just enough to grab her chin with his bony fingers, and tilted her head up so their eyes met. " Hey, look at me a sec. Ya don't have anything to be sorry for, kay? I just spooked ya a bit, so that was on me," he grinned, using a thumb to wipe away her tears.

Trying to break the tense moment up, he pulled her back against him and laid down. "Now, how about we get some shut eye? Paps has special training with Undyne tomorrow, so you can come run around with me. I'll even let ya wear my jacket," he said, shimmying out of the worn, blue fabric to lay it over Frisk with a wink.

Slowly he let his eyes drift closed, though he wasn't really asleep. He listened to Frisk, hoping she'd calmed down enough to get some actual rest.