Unrequited Feelings Part 2
“god, Tori, i have no idea what to do,” Sans groaned, his face in his hands. It had been a week since he stayed the night at your house. You seemed to close yourself off from him, and he was wearing thin. He would receive texts from you, Papyrus too, but they were empty words that caused any conversation to die out quickly.
“I’m sure they’ll turn around eventually,” Toriel gave him a reassuring smile, “You just have to be patient enough to wait.”
“i don’t know how much longer i can wait.”
“Then you wouldn’t be suited for them. Everyone has different times to open up, Sans. _____ in particular seems to just need a longer time compared to the normal.”
“ya got me there,” he sighed, tapping the table.
“So, what got you to come over to talk to me about this, there must be some reason, I assume?”
He nodded solemnly, “they uh, were having a bad time the night after the dinner, and they just, snapped. they were shouting about how they couldn’t be ‘fixed’ and that it was useless for me- us to try and help.” there was a faraway look in his eyes.
“i guess they couldn’t even handle yelling anymore, broke down in tears. right in front of me.” he sighed, rubbing his skull, “they couldn’t be left alone, that was obvious. they really needed someone. so i decided to spend the night with them.”
Toriel gave him an adoring look, making him flush a light blue. He really did care about you, he just didn’t want to fully admit that he found himself feeling more than care for you.
“y’know they really hate the idea of contact, they've recoiled to my touch enough for me to have figured out anyways.” his hands curled up into fists. He wondered if something happened in the past, to make you so frightened of contact.
“well uh, they did all that in the hallway, overstepped my boundaries. didn't think. they looked so terrified, like the whole world was against them all at once.”
Toriel placed one of her fluffy hands on top of Sans’. It pained her to see him so conflicted like this. He waved her off with his non covered hand, “I can still go on, it's not me who's hurting.”
She nods patiently in response, offering him all the time needed to prepare the next part.
“so here i am, it's almost 3 am and i’m standing in front of their door carrying a container of spaghetti, in courtesy of Paps.”
“they open the door and ask why i’m there at 3 in the morning. told them I was staying the night and ended up on their couch.”
“got them to sit next to me and man, they looked like they cried the whole time they were alone. they let me comfort, hug them.” he laughed at the small bit of happiness in the memory.
“fell asleep, right in my arms. they looked so, helpless. god i’m so worried Tori, you gotta tell me what to do.”
“Well, I do not know them well enough to give you advice,” she gave him a sympathetic look before their conversation was interrupted by a loud, high pitched screeching.
“Oh! Looks like the tea is done! Please give me a second,” with that, Sans was left alone at the table.
His mind wandered back to the morning after, you had woken him up from panicking. It seemed you weren't actually aware of where you were, and when you calmed down you blushed furiously and apologized more than one should. As if you were the one invading his space.
He didn't say anything, pulling you into a tight hug before telling you it was okay to talk to him.
Despite being the only two in the same room, most of that morning (it was 11 am so not really morning) was spent not talking. You rushed to water your flowers first. He noticed you seemed to care more about those lilies than you did yourself. You seemed reluctant to eat, and you avoided getting ready for your job for a while.
You said you would be fine getting to work alone, and left without saying anything else. It felt rude being left in your home alone, and he walked home.He hasn't seen you face to face since then.
“Here,” a warm tea cup was set in front of Sans, bringing him back to reality.
“thanks Tori.”
“So, where did we leave off?”
“gave you the summary of the last time i saw ‘em.”
“You haven't spoken to them since? Oh goodness, at least it wasn't on a bad note.”
“they haven't given me the chance! they avoid any normal conversations on the phone and they've stopped sending messages in general too…” he sighed, staring at the tea in his cup.
“Sans,” Toriel started sternly, “you do like _____, do you not?” a nod, “Then talk to them! Support them for God’s sake! The poor child may act like they don't need anyone, but it's at times like these someone needs another who cares deeply about them. Be that person, Sans.”
“how do i do that if they won't even talk back?” his voice was small, weak. He desperately wanted to help you, but he didn't even know what was wrong! And you won't even tell him either, “what if nothing really is wrong? what if it's just how they are?”
His doubting mumbles were abruptly stopped from a sharp sting on his cheek. When he looked up, Toriel was standing with a hand raised and eyes filled with disappointment.
“Don't you dare excuse this by saying nothing's wrong! I can't believe you!” she snarled. Sans winced at the words and rubbed his burning cheek. She was right, that was a horrible thing to think.
He sighed and stood up, leaving the untouched tea at the table. Toriel placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him an intense look.
“I know you care about ____. Now show it to them yourself.” He was given a reassuring smile before being shoved out the front door. Served him right.
Sans blipped to his house to figure out what to do and say. Maybe bringing you back to the clearing from that date would be a good place. But it was getting to cold to spend too long outside.
After a few minutes of fruitless thinking, Sans gave up and figured he would just go to your home and see if you were there.
Only to find out by surprise, you were already standing at the end of the driveway.