Sans' soul nearly leapt out of his chest when Frisk began to wake up, freezing completely until she sat up so he could move his foot. Luckily, she didn't seem to notice where its previous location had been, thank whatever god was looking down on him. However, as she tried to sit up, still somewhere between actually being awake and blissfully asleep, she was awkward and shaky, and he couldn't help but snicker quietly at it.

However, he was once more scared shitless(if such was even possible) when she realized what was going on. She almost seemed to shortcut across the couch before flinging herself at him in what was possibly the tightest hug he'd ever received, but he wasn't complaining. He just hugged her with equal enthusiasm, not minding that she was practically laying on top of him.

As Frisk voiced her worry, guilt crept up the stout skeleton's spine. He tried to chuckle it off, though it still sat in his metaphorical gut like a stone,"'m fine. fit as a fiddle. actually, i don't think i've ever felt better to tell the truth."

For the past who knows how long, Sans had never woken up refreshed and at peace, but aside from the feeling of guilt at his weakness, he was feeling it now for the first time. It almost scared him a bit how well rested he felt. Maybe he should work himself to exhaustion every day... Nah. Too much work.

However, the thought brought back the memory of his double.

He would really need to get on the ball in training with his magic. They didn't know when the glitch was coming back, but he'd made it clear that he would return, and until then Sans needed to make sure he was ready.

He looked down at the happy human in his arms, warmth spreading over his ribs as he did,"so, what all did i miss? anything exciting?"