[Watching her dry her eyes, Sans can't help feeling a little lost. He remembers the sadness in her voice that one day behind the door, when the jokes didn't hit as hard and the misery took over. Sans could relate. Sometimes laughing was harder than he cared to admit.
Still, without the door between them, Sans found himself hopelessly out of his depth. Something about that one degree of separation made him a whole lot better at this than when it was face to face.]
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Still, without the door between them, Sans found himself hopelessly out of his depth. Something about that one degree of separation made him a whole lot better at this than when it was face to face.]
... You wanna talk about it?