Sans sits opposite you on the bed, calm, and comforting. “It’s alright, kid. I’m not forcin’ ya to do anythin’ kay?” He reaches out his hand, letting you take the first step. “I know ya hate touchin’, so take all the time ya need…” He gives you a reassuring smile and wraps a blanket around your shoulders, careful not to actually touch you. “Maybe take a deep breath, and close yer eyes? Ya know I won’t hurt ya, so relax, and I’ll be here for ya fully…” He gently moves his hand closer.