"don't confuse this for anything, my bed's just a little messy tonight." Sans yawns, sitting at the foot of your desk, just by your feet as he leans on your legs, incredibly worn out by the day. You and Sans had been roomates for years now, and yet... this had never happened before... you pat his head as you continue your work, writing on your laptop again. "don't... yawn read into this." He mumbles, clinging onto your legs and hugging you. He seems shaken up by something... what happened?