As she turned to look at him, Sans couldn't make out her expression. It was something like embarrassment mixed with... With what he wasn't sure. But he didn't think it was good. Especially as she started choking. He gently patted her back as Papyrus stared horrified at the pair, startled by the sudden outburst. He could only watch speechless as she stood up , reassuring that she was alright and quickly excused herself to the bathroom. It all happened so fast, Sans almost forgot to breathe(not that he needed to, but it was a habit of sorts). He only noticed his own expression when he looked to Paps and saw an even more terrified face from his younger brother. Catching himself, Sans calmed down his pounding soul and sat back against the couch. He couldn't lose his cool, not with Paps here. It would only cause unnecessary stress for the taller. He could do this. He needed to ease the tension. Yeah, just crack some lame joke and ..... And what? He couldn't stay here.... He could go run out for a bit, he needed to resupply his ketchup stock anyways, so it would be a perfect excuse to leave... Whatever this was. As he turned to Papyrus with a small smile, the younger beat him to the punch," SANS.... IS... IS FRISK ALRIGHT? SHE'S NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE..." It took all of three seconds for the shorter skeleton to give a small snort(fake of course, but Paps didn't have to know that) and reply calmly,"Yeah, she probably just inhaled her food instead'a eatin' it," he chucked. A thick silence filled the room, and it made Sans feel so guilty. It was his fault after all. He should've just let Frisk be. He should've been content with being... Whatever it was he was to her. But... Actually knowing that he was the cause of her odd behavior..... It hurt. He needed to leave .. now. With a deep breath, he stood and stretched with a yawn,"Whelp, I'm gonna head out for a bit. I need s'more ketchup. Just gimme a call if ya need anything while I'm out." He didn't give Papyrus a chance to argue as he walked to the door, calling out a quick," You should go check on her bro.", before he was gone. --- Papyrus stared at the door for a moment after his brother left. He wasn't sure what had just happened, but he knew it wasn't good, and he knew that despite Sans' jokes, he was in a bad mood. Paps looked up to the bathroom door, opened just a crack, and furrowed his bony browser. Frisk was acting stranger and stranger every day. Now, he, the Great Papyrus, would get to the bottom of it! With all the energy and spirit of a wild stallion, Papyrus ascended the stairs and rushed into the bathroom,"HUMAN! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" --- Sans sighed as he walked through the light snow sprinkling down through the woods. He pulled a packet of ketchup from the confines of his pocket, tore it open, and sucked its contents dry before repeating the action until he was finally out. He sighed again as he realized he couldn't hide from this behind his favorite snack. He would just... Have to make do, he supposed. "You know, it's a crime to litter." Sans quickly spun around, left eye blazing, and gaster blaster aimed at entity behind him. He knew that voice anywhere. But ten feet away sat a plump yellow flower, unflinching, but frowning at the aggressive nature of the skeleton before them. "Geeze, what's wrong with you? Can't show any mercy for a poor little flower?" The gaster's maw lit up in preparation for a launch. " And why should I show ya any mercy? You're a lying little creep with a disgusting knack for coming around when ya aren't wanted," Sans snapped, his facade of calm and collected vanquished by Flowey's mere prescience. It was no secret that he all but hated the flower that had turned all of the Underground into hell during several timelines. And several of those timelines ended up with Papyrus dead. "You won't kill me, Sans. I know you won't. Because Frisk would be upset if you did." Sans frozen at the statement, was furious, but not denying the truth of it. With a shaky breath, he closed his eyes and let the gaster disappear. There was no point in having Frisk dislike him more than she already did. But why was it just him? Why was he the only one she didn't want to be around? Was it his jokes? No, she laughed at them all the time, even when she was avoiding him. Did he do something recently to make her upset or uncomfortable? Flowey slowly inched closer, stopping right before the short skeleton,"Wow, this is the longest I've ever heard you keep quiet. What's the matter? Human got your tongue?" Sans let out a shaky chuckle, too lost to be angry," Yeah, somethin' like that.... Hey, I gotta question for ya." The flower seemed to tense a moment before nodding for him to continue. "Did.... Did I do something to upset Frisk? Has she said anything to you about it," he asked quietly, hands in his pockets and left eye still emitting a fiery blue smoke. He didn't know what else to do. Maybe Frisk had said something to the flower that could help him make it up(whatever it was that he'd done). It was quiet for a few minutes before Flowey spoke again,"No. She hasn't. But if it's really making you this upset, then why don't you just ask her? Who knows, maybe she'll tell you herself." And with that, they were gone. Sans let his flame die down and sighed. Maybe he should just be direct with Frisk... But what if her answer hurt even more than this? No, he'd survived just fine before Frisk came to live with them, he would do fine without her now. Turning on his heel, Sans headed for home. The least he could do was make sure Paps didn't notice anything was wrong. Using his handy "shortcut", Sans made it back home in no time flat. He quietly opened the door, feeling tension crawl through his bones, but he just felt so sleepy. He didn't see either of the other two and assumed them to be holed up in Paps' room again. With a sigh, he plopped down on the couch and closed his eyes, almost instantly falling asleep.