Blue smiled to himself as he listened to the laughter drifting down the stairs. He'd made the mistake of sending Sans and Red upstairs to put away the laundry by themselves while he did the dishes, his mind too occupied to remember the last time he had trusted Sans with the task of putting socks in their proper places. He'd started up the stairs to help them, only to be brought up short by the sound of their enjoyment.

He was sure it was being sparked by some sort of awful joke, or a barrage of puns he would secretly love to be privy to, but it still filled his soul with joy to hear the two of them so happy. Just a few weeks earlier, either of them being truly, consistently happy had seemed like a far off dream.

But now...

His smile grew, and he shook his head fondly as he started up the stairs. Where would any of them be if none of this had happened, himself included? He wasn't sure he really wanted to think about it.

He really was the luckiest skeleton in the underground, wasn't he?

"--what she said!" Sans was saying as Blue reached the door to the bedroom they all seemed to be sharing nowadays, which had originally belonged to Blue. Red laughed loudly again, and Blue heard a muffled thump that he was pretty sure meant a pillow had been thrown at Sans's head.

"That one was awful, man. I can't believe you've stooped so low."

"Hey, that's not low! These kinds of jokes are the highest form of wit!"

Red snorted loudly and Blue heard the sound of a drawer opening and shutting. "The highest form of wit? Really? You must be the highest form of whatever the hell you are if you really think that's true."

Blue heard Sans cross the room and open another drawer as he said "Okay, maybe not the absolute highest. I'm reserving that spot for 'your mom' jokes."

Red snorted again, and there was silence for a while, accompanied by some shuffling. Blue cracked the door open and looked towards the dresser at them. Red was watching amusedly as Sans attempted to stuff a large amount of socks into too small of a drawer.

"I'm pretty sure that's not going to fit, moron," Red chuckled.

Blue sighed and opened the door, crossing the room quietly to help Sans. As he walked, Sans's head raised slowly and he grinned at Red, socks still in his hands.

Red's eyes got wide, and he started grinning, despite the fact that he seemed to be trying to hide it. "Don't you fuckin' dare, Sans."

Sans kept grinning as he said "Thaaaat's what she--"

He was cut off by Blue taking the socks out of his hands and opening the drawer they actually belonged in. When Blue looked back up, he was surprised to see a cyan blush lighting up Sans's face. Blue gave him a questioning sort of look, and Sans just blushed harder and snuck a look at Red, who seemed very amused.

"What were you saying, Sans?" Blue asked innocently.

"Yeah, Sans, what were you going to say? Feel free to explain the context. Or I can, if you'd rather we went with that," Red said, no small amount of smug amusement in his tone. Blue looked between them, false confusion in his expression.

"I...uh...I was just...talkin' to Red...'bout some stuff..." Sans mumbled, trailing off into incoherency and shoving his now-empty hands into his sweatshirt pockets.

Blue smiled sweetly, inwardly amused by the whole situation. How innocent did they think he was? "Oh! Were you two telling lame jokes again?"

Sans started sputtering indignantly as Red snorted with repressed laughter. "They are not lame! It's a classic!"

Red grinned smugly as he said, "That doesn't mean it's not lame..."

"Yeah, well, your mom is lame."

"... Dude."

"What? I told you before--"

Blue tuned them out with a shake of his head and set about checking that they'd actually put the clothes away on the right places. They seemed to have been fine for the most part, except that Sans seemed to have been shoving some of Red's socks into Blue's pants drawer. Blue sighed and began tossing them back into the basket to be relocated to the proper dresser when he heard his name and turned to them. "Hm?" he asked, not having heard any of the context.

"--Blue said he doesn't want those jokes in the house, Red."

"Well then how about I drop-kick you out the window since you were the one tellin' em?"

It seemed to be light-hearted banter, but it still seemed like the kind of thing that could evolve into a pun war unless someone put a stop to it, and those didn't tend to end until Blue managed to lock one of them in the basement. Blue stood up. "Guys--"

"I would absolutely love to see you try to kick me out a window. I'm Classic Sans, bitch!"

"Have you fuckin' seen UnderFell--"

"Sans! Red! Language!" Blue shouted, finally catching their attention. He put his hands on his hips and gave them reprimanding looks.

They shuffled their feet contritely and gave each other sidelong glances.

Red finally spoke up "Sorry, Blue, Sans was just--"

"Doing nothing at all." Sans interrupted, flipping Red off when he thought Blue wasn't paying attention.

Blue sighed. Honestly, you'd think he was supposed to be their parent. "Sans, come on. Don't be rude." Sans didn't look particularly sorry, but Blue let it pass. He opened his mouth, about to tell them that they needed to take their laundry into their own rooms when Red piped up.

"It's alright, Sans. Blue can handle an awful lot." There was something in his voice that made Blue think he was up to something, and it only took him a moment before he figured out what, trying to hold back a snicker.

Sans froze for a second before ever-so-slowly turning a glare on the larger of his boyfriends. The edge of Sans' mouth seemed to be twitching, as though he were repressing something.

"Red, I will end you."

"What? Is this too much for you to handle? Just say the word and I'll take it down a size."

Sans opened his mouth angrily, the look on his face the epitome of 'screw it', but he was cut off by a now openly grinning Blue.

"That's what she said!"

Sans and Red both turned to Blue in surprise, and he met their shocked looks with as saucy of a wink as he could muster, then stood and walked out of the room, calling over his shoulder. "I'm going to go put the movie in! You guys should probably go put your laundry in your own dressers. Feel free to join me when you've put away the basket!"

~~~

Sans blinked awake to the glow of the TV and an empty lap. His tired brain didn't make the connection for why that seemed so strange until he went to rub his eye sockets and encountered a sticky note that had been stuck solidly to his forehead. He pulled it off blearily, having to read through it at least four times before the words meant anything to him.

You fell asleep and I was tired so I went to bed, I tried to carry you upstairs but I couldn't. If you wake up, come upstairs! I love you!

He let out a long sigh, a soft smile lighting up his face as he pictured Blue trying to carry him upstairs, then he stood and stretched, his spine popping. He decided against taking a shortcut directly upstairs, in fear of waking the others, electing instead to make the harrowing journey up the stairs and down the hall. When he reached their bedroom door, he turned the handle slowly and eased it open, smiling wider at the sight that greeted him.

Red and Blue were sound asleep, Red snoring softly. Blue was tucked into Red's chest, and Red had his arms wrapped tightly around the other, holding him as though he was something infinitely precious. Well, for once, it seemed that Red was right.

Sans crossed the room silently, and when he reached the bed, he planted a kiss on Blue's temple before going to the other side and crawling into the bed next to Red. He took his hoodie off and threw it in the general direction of the laundry basket before laying down and wrapping an arm around the both of them, curling into Red's side.

Red's breathing changed and his body shifted, turning more towards Sans and clunking their heads together accidentally. Sans, trying to quiet his giggles, rubbed at his head where it'd been knocked against Red's. Then he sighed contentedly and relaxed, letting his eyes fall shut and his mind wander as he slowly fell asleep.