[Sans is quiet for a moment. After that, he shrugs a little. Okay, yeah. That's fair. That joke was a little weird.]

Yeah... that kinda was, wasn't it.

[The hand is welcome, though. Sans closes his hand around hers. He looks down and relaxes a little. Not that something was intensely bothering him. He was worried about Frisk all the same (in more ways than one, but that's another story), but something about this just felt... well. He couldn't really put his finger on it yet.]

Heh. All I did was provide the blanket burritos.

[And after uttering something as romantic as "blanket burritos", Sans brings her paw to his teeth - the skeleton equivalent of a kiss on the hand. Something he was a lot more flustered about when they first started dating. Finally, he settles into the couch.]

I guess it's just... different, you know? Compared to looking after my brother.

[He's also trying to get used to, you know, talking about how he felt. It helped that Toriel always made it a lot easier.]