#pushy much

Sans notices that you don't seem to be yourself at the moment, yeah you still laughs at his crude puns and pick-up lines but it seems almost half hearted. Where's the come back or the blush or anything he's missing your reactions.

At first he thinks maybe he just got boring to you but even when he tried changing it up still nothing. Something is off here. He's racking his skull trying to pinpoint it.

"Come here doll." He urges as he lays on the couch. So you approach and as soon as your close enough he grabs your hand to pull you in for a cuddle.

Your face now against his chest you breath in the mustard and pine scent that you know so well. You turn your head to the TV but as you do the screen goes black, he doesn't want everything to distract either of you, he will find out what's wrong.

After chucking the remote he places his hands around you. "Sweetheart what's buggin' ya?"

"W-what do you mean?"

"Don't ever think you can pass anything by me. I've noticed ya not ya self." He slips one of his hands down resting it nicely on your butt.

"Oh... it's nothing I'm fine." Your attempt to brush it off is futile and you know it but then again you don't feel like talking about it your not sure if you know how to.

"I doubt that," He says with a sigh. "But if don't feel like talkin’ about it now thats fine. Just know I'm all up for listening to whatever weighs you down."

He hopes some cuddles will help and it will all brush over in no time.

He was wrong weeks even months go by and it seems to just get worse you keep drawing away little by little. You end up spending less time together and even despite his pursuits the amount of physical contact goes down as well which really bothers him.

He's not entirely sure if he's offended, worried, annoyed or upset maybe a mixture of all 4. He keeps up his attempts to seduce you but not with much luck until he's really riled up about it.

Your both at his place alone and not because he's skiving. His brothers out, It's the perfect set up. He's been not so subtly hinting and throwing dirty joke after crude pun after pick-up line everywhere he even brings out some cliche cheese yet you drive him crazy with your unresponsiveness. How dare you shrug off his advances with a 'yeah' or 'uh um'!

He will have you tonight he's determined. He has always had the whisper of a fear that you'd leave him at some point but not today he's not letting you slip through his fingers yet even if it feels like your almost there.

He has you pinned against the wall a hand either side of your head his face is pretty close, you can smell the hint of liquid courage on his breath he's not quite drunk but he's definitely had a little too much. He lets slip a short growl of irritation.

"Hey doll answers me this. What did I do that's got ya like this."

"Like what?" You question and he's not sure if your playing it dumb or you're actually being dumb right now.

"You know what I mean. Your being more and more distant, ya not yourself and ya starving me do you know how long its been since we last kissed! Our dates and even just our time together has been shrinkin'!" He continues to list all the little changes and things that are annoying the heck out of him lately.

You kind of just sheepishly look away.

"Tell me how I can help ya! Is it my fault? What should I do?" He sounds slightly aggressive and a little desperate. "Your, your driving me crazy I don't want to... to lose you r-right now." His voice is faltering.

"It's not your fault, I...I." You can't seem to find any words, why can't you just tell him that your going through a ruff patch.

His eyelights glow brighter then they have in a while. He takes your hands in his and in a blink of eye the very familiar feeling of short cutting surprises you.