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Sans really, honestly, tried to stay awake until the tavern closed. He was just so tired, and the crackling sound of the fiery bartender was just so calming, he reasoned it was only natural he'd fallen asleep. He still felt guilty when he saw his friend looking over him. But at least him falling asleep at the bar had Grillby coming around to place an almost painfully warm hand against his back to wake him.
"Sorry buddy. Didn't mean to conk out on you like that." Grillby shook his head, fire flaring in what could be called a smile. He gestured towards the empty space of the tavern, silently pointing out that it was devoid of anyone else. He just had to get Sans out now. Which wasn't really all that hard.
"...walk me home?" The bartender paused, then nodded, and Sans couldn't help but beam in satisfaction before hopping off the bar stool and meandering over to the doors to wait for his friend to clean up. Once done, they walked outside into the cold night, Grillby locked the tavern up, and they started the walk to Sans's house in comfortable silence, snowing falling lightly around them.
After a while of walking, Sans leaned against his friend, eyelids drooping. He stifled a yawn, and the fire monster slung an arm around the skeleton's shoulders, bringing him closer. They walked slower this way, but it was time well spent in both of their opinions. They reached the porch of Sans's house too soon, and lingered there, not quite wanting to split apart so soon. Grillby leaned down, and Sans leaned up onto his toes, grinning at the brush of nearly overwhelming heat on his cheek.
"Goodnight Sans. Sleep well." The bartender straightened up, grip tight on the skeleton's shoulder before he moved off the porch, shoes crunching through the snow as he walked away, and Sans watched him until he could no longer see him, and by then any lingering warmth was regretfully gone, and he retreated into the warm darkness of his home. Papyrus was already asleep, mumbling about Mettaton (as he usually did nowadays), so he simply closed his brother's door as quietly as he could, and turned into his room.
He really didn't mean to fall asleep; but at least he got his long time crush to walk him home and kiss him on the cheek. It was a good way to end a tiring day.