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"Is something the matter?"

He genuinely was at a loss over what was happening.

"No-no.. I-I.. . I'm ju-ju.. just.. ha-hap.. happy.. Happy.."

Well she definitely did not look happy from all the water pouring out of her eyes, but when did San lie? After few moments of spilled tears, the triangle player finally continued to back away, her sleeve wiping and cleaning whatever was left on her face.

He glanced down at the girl in front of him, and pulled away, smiling softly as he brought his hand up to her face, wiping away some of her tears. "Sorry for this, but we’re going to have to move, I’m scared that we’re gonna cause a hallway accident if we don’t…hehe~ Come on."

The director took a hold of her hand, at first his grip was gentle but he tightened it to a firm grip as he started walking, tugging San along as he was careful to manipulate the two of them through the crowd to the outside area, slowing down to a stop when they arrived under a tree, Alfred huffed out, bending slightly as he regained his breath, he really was still bad at running for too long…but he obviously didn’t care as he started chuckling, his hand still gripping Sans as he turned to face her.

"That was pretty fun, no?"

When they finally arrived to their destination, her eyes glanced down as she watched Alfred catching up his breath, their hands still connected. For a moment she was convinced that the running haf caused pain to him until the air was filled with lighthearted chuckles.

”..I-it was..”

The little laughter of his was enough to lift her sadness off to better. San gave him few timid nods, trying her best to listen to his directions and quit her tears from leaking out; otherwise the tree next to them wouldn’t need watering for a whole year.

She wiped her nose before squeezing the director's hand a bit tighter.

"Shh…sh…shh…it’s okay. You have nothing to be sorry about, I should be the one apologizing…"

Alfred sighed softly, burying his face softly against the raven black that was San’s hair.

"I was horrible to you…that stupid argument we had was really stupid and it was all my fault…I guess you could say I was jealous…"

Alfred trailed off, trying to apologize for the argument and leaving, though at the end everything went into silence.

And just held her closer.

Upon his last question, she nodded repeatedly against the crook of his neck, careful not to move too much.

Of course it was alright, After all he was her most important treasure.

"I-I mish.. missed.. Alfred too.."

Wheezing quietly from the lack of breathing, she tried to continue speaking.

"T-there was n-no reason.. t-to.. to be je-jealous be-becauseh.. A-alfred is.. I-..."

Alfred had stopped, his eyes having widened, did…did he hear that right…that sounded…like…

”!!!!!!!!!!”

The director quickly turned around, almost stumbling from the force he had put in.

"——san?"

He looked around with his bright green eyes, seeming to get brighter as his eyes wondered and when his eyesight set on 6’1” girl with short hair and yellow eyes.

His eyes shone like a dozen stars, his lips parting in awe, that…that was her…he could never mistake who San was, and the badly translated English t-shirt pretty much told him it was San.

"San!"

He quickly kicked off, walking faster and faster towards, bumping into people but he didn’t care, he went faster and faster, and soon enough he outstretched his arms, running against her into a tight embrace, stumbling a little but he kept the two on their feet.

His embrace tightened slightly, out of breath from running, his lungs still weren’t that good it seemed. But he didn’t care.

San was there.

He found San.

He couldn’t help but chuckle, soon pulling away, giving a small grin.

It was really him. After all this time, Alfred really came back.

As he created a small gap for them to speak, San did her best to muster up a welcoming; cheerful expression like he always had. She then nodded a bit, repeating his statement.

"Y-you di-did.."

Her smile wavering, San quickly buried herself back against him, tears increasing in amount and trickling over her cheeks on to the director’s clothes. She kept herself hidden from the public eye as her grip tightened but it was all only to proof herself that he wouldn't suddenly try to leave her and disappear off the Earth.

And the small share of warmth with Alfred was enough to reassure that this wasn't a dream.