The moments spent waiting for her answer nearly killed him. He didn't know what he'd do, or even if he could do anything if she couldn't promise him that. Granted, he knew it was a long shot to expect something out of someone that he couldn't even give.

But he [I]needed[/I] this. Needed it more than anything in this moment.

He'd never asked anything of Frisk before, never relied on her like he was now, or even anyone for that matter. Sans would rather set himself apart from everyone else than to let them catch him every once in a while. He didn't want to spoil they're blissful happiness. Their ignorance of all that had transpired and the ability to keep smiling was something he'd coveted, but he'd never voiced that selfish thought until now.

Now he was practically begging for a reprieve. For some kind of happiness.

And Frisk gave it to him.

As she smiled warmly and nodded, his white pupils returned to his otherwise empty eye sockets. She... Was letting him be selfish. He had never done this to her, or anyone he could remember, but he felt like this wasn't the first time he'd asked something of someone else.

He almost flinched when he heard her words, barely registering her forehead against him as he let the promise sink. She wasn't angry with him for asking so much of her. She.... She was happy to agree to it.

Slowly he closed his eyes and relaxed, dropping his hands around her waist to pull her into a tight hug. Gently he buried his face into the junction between her neck and shoulder, tears still streaming, but out of relief as he sagged against her. It took him a moment to find his voice, but when he did, it was scratchy and a little hoarse,"Thank you...... Just.... Gimme a sec. I'm sorry..." He didn't move, just sat there, face buried in her neck, taking in her calming scent, and slowly collecting his thoughts.

He didn't even remember Papyrus was there until he felt a gloved hand take his bony one. He felt guilt shoot through him as he tightly held onto that hand. Paps knew now. Knew that he was really messed up inside, but he still didn't ask about it. Paps and Frisk were so good to him. Accepting of his breakdown and selfishness. He couldn't ask for a better family.

After a few more minutes of sitting like that, Sans gently pulled away with a half smile. He'd put his trust in Frisk, and it terrified him, but... He was going to give relying on others a shot.

Papyrus squeezed his brothers' hand gently,"LET'S GO HAVE SOME MORE HOT CHOCOLATE! I'LL EVEN PUT MARSHMALLOWS IN YOURS, BROTHER!"

Sans chuckled softly, he smile widening a bit,"I think I'd like that.

Both skeletons stood, Sans a bit slower, and he offered a hand to help Frisk up as well.