(Let's set the scene real quick: Pacifist timeline, you haven't hurt anyone and actually befriended a lot of monsters, and you agreed to go to dinner with sans at mettaton's restaurant.) The two of you sit down at opposite ends of the table, sans sits there lazily and puts his hands behind his head while putting his feet up on the table. "well, here we are."

sans looks at you for a moment, before closing his eyesockets. "your journey's almost over, huh? you must really wanna go home."

sans sees your almost sad look, as he shrugs casually. "hey. i know that feeling, buddo. though... maybe it's better to take what's given to you." "down here you've already got food, drinks, friends... is what you have to do... really worth it?"

sans looks down, seemingly contemplating something, before looking back up. "ah, forget it. i'm rooting for ya, kid."