When Sans woke up the first thing he felt was the pain.
His whole body was sore and it felt like someone had used him as a punching bag. Well more accurately it felt like someone had used him as a punching bag and he was maybe two or three days into the healing process.
It wasn't a fun feeling, he was cuddling something warm though so it didn't seem so bad.
He opened his eyes and was confronted with a wall of orange obscuring his vision. He didn't want to move away from this warmth he just wanted to go back to sleep. It was so tempting but he couldn't he had to wait for Papy to come home.
Sans sleep ridden brain didn't connect the dots and he moved away from the orange sweater. He got out of bed and made his way to the door still half asleep. When he opened the door and looked back to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything that's when he realized what he had been sleeping next to.
Sans eyes got comically wide when he saw his brother still soundly asleep in his rocket ship bed. One of his legs was hanging off the bed as well as his left arm. The bed was really too small for the both of them but Papyrus had made a valiant effort. He hadn't even woken up when Sans had gotten out of bed, he had just shifted so more of his body was taking up the mattress.
Sans felt a moment of joy. He was about to jump onto his brothers back and welcome him home when he remembered there fight.
Sure Papyrus had apparently crawled into bed with him last night but his brother was know for falling asleep in weird situations. Had Papy come in to confront him and just fallen asleep? It seemed just as likely as anything else to Sans and the thought stuck in his mind.
He wanted to wake Papyrus up and talk to him. He wanted to get everything out in the open. But it was early, really early. Papyrus didn't get up this early willingly and Sans didn't want to add fuel to Papyrus anger...
So Sans quietly grabbed some clothes and left his sleeping brother alone.
Sans made his way to the bathroom to get changed. He never like changing in there because of the mirrors but it would be worse to change in his room and have Papyrus wake up before Sans was ready. Just the thought made Sans chest feel tight and his breathing speed up, so bathroom it was.
When he got into the bathroom he looked himself over once fully dressed in the full length mirror against the door. He was wearing his normal pajamas, A long sleeve white turtleneck sweater, long baby blue plush sleeping pants. a pair of white socks and his white sleeping gloves.
Once when Papy had been little, maybe 6 or 7, he had asked Sans why he wore gloves all the time. Sans had told him his one HP made him weak so he had to be extra careful of germs. Sans did have a thing for cleaning so the explanation had been accepted with just an "Oh ok."
Sans turned away from the full length mirror only to be confronted by the smaller mirror over the sink. Even with the mask on he looked like crap. There were dark circles under his "eye sockets" and as he looked closely he saw his clothes were all crumpled and disheveled from wearing them for so long. Sans made a disgusted noise and placed his change of clothes on the edge of the tub. Turning away from both mirrors in the process.
Sans disrobed and pulled on his work clothes. First he changed into a clean white turtleneck, similar to his sleeping one but less plush. Then he pulled on his long black pants. He put on his socks. then he grabbed his baby blue cavalier gloves and slipped them on. Next was his battle chest plate. It was just a cheap imitation made from fiber glass and silver spray paint but Papy had made it for him so it was priceless in his eyes. Finally he finished the look with his signature blue bandana.
With a fresh set of clothes Sans felt a lot better. He threw his dirty ones in the bathroom hamper and made his way downstairs.
Sitting still wasn't Sans style. After a week of doing exactly the opposite of that Sans felt a tension in his body. He was still sore but the more he moved the less pain he felt and the more tension worked his way out of his bones.
Sans went into the kitchen prepared to make some breakfast tacos when he was confronted with the overabundance of food and his week old dishes. Sans was appalled with the mess he had made. This was so unlike him!
With new found energy Sans went to go clean the dishes. It took way longer than he would have liked but eventually most of the dishes were cleaned. Only the pan he had used to cook the meat in needed to be soaked a bit longer.
With that done Sans felt something he hadn't felt in awhile, he was hungry. he went to the fridge to see what they had. He couldn't make tacos until that pan was clean but he remembered that the nice Cat lady who ran the inn had dropped of a casserole. He could have had one of Muffets pastries but he didn't like to eat sweets, none the less first thing in the morning, he would leave those for Papy.
Sans pulled cut himself a corner of the dish, placed it on a plate, and sat down at the table.
He contemplated waking Papyrus up again but decided against it. His brother was already mad at him. Even though it had never happened before Sans was afraid Papyrus would get angry at him for waking him. To be honest Sans didn't really think Papyrus wanted to see him at the moment anyways.
Even though breakfast was a lonely affair Sans finished his food. He put his dish to soak with the pan. Then he just stood in the kitchen a moment trying to decide what to do next.
He couldn't just leave Papyrus with nothing to eat. He pulled out a couple of doughnuts and put them on a plate. The others went into the cupboard.
With that done Sans moved to the door put on his black cavalier boots and left for patrol. If Papy was still here when he got home from sentry duty...
Well he would cross that bridge when he came to it.