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They knocked three times before Sans went over to answer. When he finally did, it was more so to get rid of the noise rather than so he could actually talk to them.
The door swung open almost reluctantly, in nature, and there they stood, holding an umbrella over their head, their eyes meeting his with a faltering sureness.
“I just came to—” they began quietly, but he interrupted.
“i know why you’re here.”
“...Oh.” They shuffled on the steps outside, as though trying to make the situation feel less awkward, somehow. “Um...” they tried, again; this time, he let them. “M—Toriel’s waiting in the car, so I have to make this quick.”
Sans just stared back silently. “Papyrus isn’t here,” he pointed out, gruffly. “might as well leave.”
They blinked, almost looking hurt. “Sans, I—” They stopped, probably seeing the hostility in his eye-sockets.
“i don’t want to hear your goodbyes.” He backed up further into the house, and their grip on their umbrella weakened as though they understood what he wanted; still, they wouldn’t entirely leave it at that.
“I’ll come visit,” they murmured, so softly, he barely heard them. “I just...” Again, they stop themselves.
“you just what?” he prompted, eye-lights dimming.
“...I need... Time.”
He almost laughed, right there and then—they needed time? Geez. That was hilarious.
Instead of humoring them, he took another step backward, saying, “’lright. bye.”
“Sans, wait—” They tried to step closer, protesting. He slammed the door on them.
Sighing, the human trudged back to Toriel’s van.
The drive to their parents’ house wasn’t long.