Stupid Reasons
You stood, shell shocked with Sans’ mouth on yours. For the first thing, you were surprised to see him in your home, but you were even more startled when he pulled you towards him on a kiss. You were nowhere near prepared for this.
Recovering from the moment, you tried to push away, finding yourself extremely uncomfortable. Sans merely responded by pulling you closer and tighter. Memories of that Halloween night resurfaced, it was reminding you of just like then.
After what felt like an eternity, he pulled away, looking down at you with soft eye-lights. Despite his safe look, you heart screamed that you were in danger.
“i missed you s-”
“Get out,” you interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.
“wait, what?” he asked, sliding his hands down your arms to gently hold your own hands. You jerked your hands away from him, taking a step back.
“I said get out,” you clipped, hurt evident in your gaze. Sans knew you were still trying to get used to the whole contact thing, yet he just violated your comfort zone.
“are you serious right now?” he said, exasperated, “you leave for eight weeks and when i finally see you again, you want me to leave?”
“Well I’m sorry that you just kissed me out of nowhere like that! And you know how uncomfortable I am with touching, and you do it anyways!” you felt tears prick at your eyes, and you held the sleeves of your sweater tightly to keep your hands from shaking.
“eight weeks isn't a few days,” Sans sighed, shoving his now empty hands in his hoodie pockets. The echo flowers were repeating your shouts, making you wince.
“Fine,” mumbling my, you readjusted the backpack on your shoulder, “leave, stay whatever you desire. I'll explain why I was gone for so long,” with nothing else to say, you headed to your room to unpack.
When you headed back to the living room, you found Sans sitting smack dab in the middle of the couch, looking very comfy. He looked like he was dozing off, with his feet on the coffee table, hands secure in his pockets, and his eyes closed peacefully. But, when you stepped into the room, he opened his right eye slightly. His smile was more sad than usual, and he patted next to him.
“ya sure for a lot of explainin’ to do,” his deep voice rang throughout the room. Despite the invitation, you didn't move.
“c’mon babe,” he pleaded. Your heart ached at his tone. He really did have a right to know, but…
“When I said later, I meant not today,” you checked your flowers to avoid looking Sans in the eye. They looked well kept, he did a great job. All of a sudden, you felt yourself being lifted off the ground and placed on the cushion to the left of Sans.
“i ain't takin’ no for an answer,” he deadpanned, blue fading from his left eye as he looked at you.
“Fine,” you pouted, leaning into the softness of the couch, “It’s a stupid reason…”
“it better not be a stupid reason,” you flinched at his words.
“I-I spent the first few days catching up, I was planning on coming back after that…”
“and?” Sans was not patient enough for your pauses.
“W-well, m-my mom, she just looked so sad, I-I know she has depression, a-and, well, I couldn't just leave her. S-she only had me…” you looked down at your hands, avoiding Sans’ gaze again.
“The look on her face didn't match the ones in my sketchbook at all,” you murmured, just barely catching Sans’ ears.
It all clicked in place now. You drew people you didn't want to forget, you showed a strong connection with your mother, which would lead you to not wanting to forget her Of course that woman in the sketchbook was your mother.
“I-I couldn't just leave her like that, you know? I stayed with her until she showed signs of improvement in her mood. I never meant to stay so long, it's just, depression sucks, you know?”
Sans watched you fidget as you explain your very long leave of absence. It surely was simple reason, but definitely not stupid. It just showed you cared about the people you loved, just not that well.
He hesitantly pulled you into a hug. When you didn't object, he sighed content, rubbing circles on your back.
“i understand,” he said finally, flashing you a genuine smile, “just take me with you the next time you visit ‘er,” he chuckled, tangling a hand in your hair, “it was real bonely without ya.”
You nodded in his arms, guilt rising in your chest. You left him alone for well over the stated time. How horrible were you, well, at least you did stay in contact.
“I'm sorry,” you whispered in his arms. As much as you wanted to say something else, anything else, you couldn't come up with anything else.
Sans said nothing, pulling you tighter into his embrace. He rested his chin on the top of your head, lost in thought.
“I’m sorry I never texted you why, I just… didn't want to make you worry.”
His ribcage rumbled with chuckles, “okay, that's a stupid reason. i’m gunna worry even if you didn't text me.”
You fell into a silence again. Guilt was eating you up like crazy, you had to come up with a something to make it up. You doubted it would fix much.
“H-hey, at least I was able to be back before Valentine's Day. Well, literally the day before, but still,” you smiled, playing with the sleeves to his coat, “I mean, that would be awkward, not being with your date on the day you should be.”
“valentine's day?”
“Did you not have it in the Underground?”
“nope.”
You almost jumped from his grip, but that would leave at least one of you in pain. Instead, you slid out from underneath his arms, smiling even more widely than before.
“It’s my turn to set up a date.”