[His bone burns where she touches it, and Sans is quick to duck down deeper into his hoodie in response. His chuckle is uneven, but warm all the same. This is still... weird, having her here in the flesh.
But as far as weird went, Sans is pretty sure this counts as "good-weird."]
Something like that. [Without allowing himself to put too much thought into it, Sans tipped his body until his shoulder was pressed flush up against the meat of her arm. It was soft and comfortable.] M'glad you're here, Tori.
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But as far as weird went, Sans is pretty sure this counts as "good-weird."]
Something like that. [Without allowing himself to put too much thought into it, Sans tipped his body until his shoulder was pressed flush up against the meat of her arm. It was soft and comfortable.] M'glad you're here, Tori.