Asgore knocked gently on the door to Sans and Papyrus's home, a basket of fruit held in his paws.

Sans opened the door slowly, smiling gently when he saw who was at the door.

"Sup Asgore? What brings you here?"

"I-I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have made you go to the doctor like I did."

"Apology accepted, Fluffybuns. Why don't you come in, Paps is cooking soup."

"Not spaghetti?"

"He insisted that soup would be easier to stomach. Which is weird, considering I don't have one."

"SANS, I HEARD THAT!"

"Hehe, classic Paps. Go ahead and sit."

"I brought you fruit, by the way. Thought it'd be nice." Said Asgore, setting the basket down on the coffee table.

"Thanks."

"Sans… I'm really sorry about yesterday. I crossed boundaries I shouldn't have."

"Yep. It's OK though."

"It really is not. And I know better now. But Sans, I really would like to discuss the possibility of you seeing a doctor, on your own time and terms, of course."

Sans grimaced a bit at the thought, curling into the couch cushions.

"I'll… Think about it. But no promises, Asgore."

"That's all I ask, Sans. They could help, if you gave them a chance."

"... Maybe."

"I'll take my leave, now. Thank you for listening."

"See ya later."

Sans walked Asgore out and closed the door behind him, heaving a deep breath after he heard the latch click into place. He then made his way into the kitchen, where Papyrus was finishing up dinner.

"ASGORE ISN'T STAYING FOR DINNER?"

"No Paps, he's probably busy."

"SANS? WILL YOU ACTUALLY CONSIDER MAKING A DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENT?"

"I dunno, Paps."

"PLEASE? I HATE SEEING YOU IN SO MUCH PAIN. AND IF THERE IS A WAY YOU COULD FEEL BETTER, YOU SHOULD TAKE IT."

"I'll think on it, Paps."

"THANK YOU, SANS."