For whatever it's worth, Sans did miss Frisk. He's only been here a few months, and he had seen Frisk right before landing here. It always feels like it's only been a few seconds, or years--both at the same time. Resets give you a strange sense of time.

"yeah. it's quiet most of the time. the people are nice. and hey."

He points upward.

"there's that whole 'sky' thing. that doesn't really get old."

The sky is worth the occasional dangerous event or weird memory jumble. Not like that part is any different from home, after all. And hey, you learn to value the little things.

"plus, free ketchup from the closets. can't beat that."