He took one heavy step after another, pink slippers crunching in the snow.
*i just wanna know..
The thought ran 'round his mind without cease, churning his figurative stomach in knots.
He hadn't always felt like this. An eternity prior, he could've said he loved his best friend in earnest.
The man of fire who knew him too well. The guy who'd been there when he needed a drinking buddy or someone who would listen to his incoherent rambles without passing judgement.
He had always been there for the short, rotund skeleton, but..lately, Sans' feelings have been shifting towards something more..romantic.
It chilled him more than the weather ever could.
*what if he's not interested.
*what if I scare him away.
*what if..
*what..
*what does it matter if this'll all reset?
He stopped at that, staring up at the Underground's ceiling.
*..almost closing time.. he guessed, holding habit as his only way to tell.
He needed a drink. More than that, he wanted to see him, nerves be damned.
He dug his hands in his hoodie pockets and kept his trudge through the snow.
*shouldn't be long now.
He walked into the bar as it was emptying out. He made small chit-chat with the folks he knew, playfully slapped Drunk Bunny's back, just pallin' around, keeping chill as he made his way to the counter.
He sat on a stool across from Grillby, who was busy cleaning shot glasses.
"heya grillby," he said in his most even-toned voice.
Grillby glanced toward him, then glanced away. Was.. he ignoring him?
Sans was about to speak up when-
"Hey Sans.. would you like to know something?"
"sure?" he said, uncertain.
"I've been meaning to tell you this for a while but,..." Grillby chuckled in spite of himself, wiping away at the glass. "..You're so hot you're giving me a femur!"
His resolve melted at Grillby's flirt. Sans broke down laughing, being caught completely off-guard.
"duuude," he laughed and blushed, trying in vain to seem even slightly composed. "you had me going for a second there!" His laughter died down as he noticed Grillby's embarrassed blushing. "i..i really like you too. not just as a friend either."
"I couldn't figure out a better way to break the ice." Grillby shrugged, shaking off his embarrassment and storing the shot glasses away.
"i've been a bad influence." Sans leaned on the counter, feeling cheeky.
Grillby looked back at him as he was finishing his work. "...I like that."