Her just finished rinsing by the time Frisk walked into the bathroom, and he smiled at her words. "Eh, I don't really get cold, ya know. No skin off my nose if you needed it more", he teased as he took the offered jacket and slipped comfortably into it.

He could smell Frisk in the fibers. He could feel his soul shifting uneasily in his ribcage at the thought and quickly dismissed how nice her scent was.

It was a thought for another time, preferably when he was alone.

"We'll go see Tori first. Hopefully she doesn't intend to keep ya the whole day", he mused, more to himself than Frisk. That was another habit he'd gotten into since she'd come to live with them, thinking out loud. Thankfully he never said anything too damning, but sometimes he wouldn't even notice he was doing it.

Sans knew it was because he hated the quiet. Hated when he couldn't hear anyone talking or moving about in the house. He'd really only started doing it after the first time Papyrus had died.

The silence had mad him feel so lonely.

Casting the thought aside, he zipped his hoodie about halfway and ruffled Frisk's soft hair she was trying to desperately brush. He knew that while she laughed most things off, she would probably pout when he messed up all the hard work she put into smoothing out her crazy bedhead. But he also knew she wouldn't be upset with him but for all of five seconds before they were back in their normal routine.

" I'll be waitin' downstairs, kiddo. Lemme know when you're ready to hit the road," and with that he made his way back downstairs. He walked into the kitchen and found Paps humming to himself as he washed the dishes, completely enveloped in his chore, but enjoying it nonetheless.

Sans smiled softly, pain in his eyes as he wondered how he'd ever made it through life without his brother there. How had he found the strength to carry on when Papyrus had died? Now, he couldn't even imagine life without his tall and spunky sibling. It was like trying to breath with no air. It just simply couldn't be done.

Wiping the odd look from his face, Sans just smiled,"Hey Paps, I think you're running late."

Papyrus looked to Sans, then to the clock sitting up high on the wall before his jaw dropped and his eyesockets widened. " OH NO! SANS! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING EARLIER?!"

"I dunno, you looked like you were having fun washing the dishes, so I thought I'd let you finish."

"SANS! WHEN I GET BACK HOME-!"

"I'd say you have five minutes to get there before Undyne comes looking for ya."

Papyrus sputtered incoherently as he dashed through the house and out the door.

Sans chuckled to himself. Paps was fun to poke at, especially when he was running late. But he wouldn't tell the taller skeleton that, he was sure Papyrus already knew. It was a kind of sibling thing. Sans would get on Paps last nerves, and Papyrus would makes puns even worse than Sans, but at the end of the day they still loved each other.

Feeling a bit lighter, Sans walked to the front door and waited for Frisk. "You done yet, kid?"