Frisk expected to be pushed away, and was waiting for it when she felt Sans' arms wrap around her. She smiled and melted into him, feeling the warmth of his soul against her heart. She had known for a long time that her soul couldn't connect with another like a monster's could. So she couldn't exactly feel Sans' soul reaching out to hers, but she knew it was and accepted it either way. Her body relaxed.

She was just about to close her eyes, when Sans moved her onto his lap. It took her a moment to settle into the new position, but soon she was resting her head against him. She exhaled a soft, tired breath that was left over from her tears, and finally closed her eyes. 

They certainly were a pair. With all the times she had come back, the different faces they had seen of each other, it was hard to deny that their bond was strong. With all the pain, tears and anger, they could still hold each other and find comfort in the other's arms. 

Frisk was quiet as she contemplated Sans' joke. She cracked up at the punchline, her laughter soft and raspy from her lack of sleep. But it was genuine, nonetheless. "Nice one," she said with a lingering smile. 

"Do you think Paps will forgive us if we slept in?"