Sans knew it was hard. Forgiving ones self was the biggest obstacle anyone could ever face. He knew that all too well.

There were still things he hadn't forgiven himself for, and a few that he didn't think he ever would. But he was working on it. Thinking about how hard he'd held Frisk's wrists, it was just another item on the list. He was so cruel to her, spewing on about how he didn't want to hurt her, and yet he had such little control over his own actions. A small part of him wished that Frisk would get upset over it. Or at least tell him not to touch her again. Something to let him know that it wasn't alright.

And as he listened to her, the last thing he expected was for her to want to be anywhere near him, not after his confession. But then she leaned in and wrapped her arms around him.

Sans froze, the white dots of his eyes darting to her in confusion.

Instead of letting himself over analyze her actions, the skeleton relaxed and returned the gesture, pulling her close to his bones. His soul glowed with warmth and comfort, reaching out to her. He knew that humans were different from monsters, but this was really all he knew to do. He'd done it for Papyrus more times than he could remember and it always worked. Even when Undyne had her rare moments of insecurity, he'd reached out for her. It was the only way he knew to truly help.

After a moment he gently pulled her into his lap like he'd done when she was small and wrapped his arms around her middle, planting his chin atop her messy hair. One of his hands absently found her wrist and thumbed over the red skin tenderly, trying to soothe it away. He let out a gentle sigh and released her wrist, instead taking her hand in his. They really were quite the pair. Both so guilty for something the other had already forgiven them for that it made them sick, a sickness that came in the form of relentless nightmares. 

Sans quietly closed his eyes. This was enough for now. Baby steps. This talk had been a pretty big leap, but it was plenty for today. They were both exhausted, mentally and physically.

He let out a soft chuckle as a lame joke came to mind and opened his eyes a bit. "Why did the skeleton go to bed early," he rasped, giving Frisk a moment or two to think about it,"He was [I]bone-tired[/I]."

He snickered a bit more than he probably should have, but with both exhaustion and relief pounding through him, he just couldn't help it. He needed a breather. Something to lighten the mood, and maybe even bring back that breathtaking smile from the girl sitting in his lap.

Hopefully she'd be alright with him changing the subject.