Frisk paused for a moment after her heard Sans' joke. Did he not remember? No, he always remembered! Besides her, he was the only one who the resets didn't fully affect. He had never alluded to that fact, though. Frisk wasn't sure why, as surely he had similar nightmares and night terrors to her own. Was it to protect her, or keep the peace between them? In some timelines, despite her taking the kinder path, Sans still appeared to hate her. He wouldn't touch her, hardly joked with her. It was like all he saw was the monster dust on her hands, specifically Papyrus'. Frisk couldn't say she blamed him.

She'd give anything to never see that side of Sans again. Apparently, pretending it never happened was the best way to achieve that. So, she smiled. It was small, but it was genuine. She sniffled as she looked up at him, put at ease by his laidback nature. She was finally starting to see why she had such powerful feelings for Sans. 

His jacket smelled like snow and pine needles, undoubtedly from his time spent in the woods. There were traces of hot dog and ketchup too, and it all mixed together in a scent that was undeniably [i]Sans[/i]. That very jacket brought back memories of that timeline, of every time he let her wear it. As a child, she practically swam in it. Sometimes she'd steal it from him, giggling as she playfully dared him to take it back.

She snuggled up against him, letting her weight lay on him. Her brain always expected hard, cold, uncomfortable bone. Yet, to her, his entire body was warm and soft, like she was lying with another human. 

It didn't take long for Frisk to doze off. As she did, soft words tumbled from her mouth, completely unrestrained. "I don't know what I would do without you, Sans."