Sans wrinkled his nosebridge at you, somehow. You'd gotten used to the odd ways his skull moved. "Ice skating." He said simply, repeating your words. His eye staring straight at you. Your fear of him had long gone, in the time you'd spent on the surface with him. They had ice in Snowdin, sure, but no time for skating on it.

He made a huffing nose and furrowed his brows. "Do you... think it would be safe..?" *He said quietly. There it was, that worry that lingered like blood on metal. He was still distrusting of humans, understandably, as most of the few monsters who had gotten up were.

The few times he did go in public was with you, and as covered as he could get. But not much could cover the cherry-red glow of that eye. Not much could hide him forever. But... He really wanted you to be happy. Even with his little garden, cooking, and his brother, you were his biggest source of happiness.*

He let out a long, drawn out sigh. "You're so lucky I like seeing you happy."