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Sans blinks his sockets open, woken by his own voice whimpering in fear. Red stirs on top of him, bones stacked like cordwood on their sleepin’ couch. Sans takes scarred bone fingers into his.
“s’okay,” he rumbles; Red breathes in jerky huffs like a cat that forgot how to purr. Sans pulls Red’s phalanges to the leather collar around Sans's neck. Red settles immediately, his own intent reminding him where he is and why, no words necessary. Sans shuts his sockets, fixed grin settling into a sleepy smile.
The best part of waking up together is going back to sleep.