[Out of his depth and making a mess of things, Sans looks unsure of how to proceed for a few moments.]
I thought I said goodbye to a few people too, until they showed up here. I'm not sure Chara's the hill to die on, but... well, that's a bad choice of words, but maybe it's a second chance, y'know?
[It's naive, he thinks, to assume that a mother's love could cure whatever in Chara made them so broken. Still, they were monsters. Love is more powerful than humans could ever understand.]
[His bone burns where she touches it, and Sans is quick to duck down deeper into his hoodie in response. His chuckle is uneven, but warm all the same. This is still... weird, having her here in the flesh.
But as far as weird went, Sans is pretty sure this counts as "good-weird."]
Something like that. [Without allowing himself to put too much thought into it, Sans tipped his body until his shoulder was pressed flush up against the meat of her arm. It was soft and comfortable.] M'glad you're here, Tori.
[The physical contact makes her relax, she shifts to properly hold Sans with one arm. It easily shifts into a hug. The chill of his bones against her is grounding, helps her feel solid.] I'm glad you're here too, Sans.
I'm not sure what I do if I did not have you here.
[Still, he can't help feeling a little lose to look at her. So tall, so very nostalgic just to listen to, and then there's him -- relatively powerless to help her.
It occurs to him that he could tell her, now, exactly what his experience with Chara was aboard this ship and beyond it, back home.
He could tell her.
He doesn't.]
Can I walk you back to your room? Y'never know what might jump out at night around here. [He winks.] I've heard there are skeletons on this ship.
[She laughs openly at his words and the wink, the sound louder than intended. That is a sure enough sign she's feeling better.] Skeletons you say? Goodness.
I would appreciate the company. I mean, who knows what else lurks on a ship such as this?
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I thought I said goodbye to a few people too, until they showed up here. I'm not sure Chara's the hill to die on, but... well, that's a bad choice of words, but maybe it's a second chance, y'know?
[It's naive, he thinks, to assume that a mother's love could cure whatever in Chara made them so broken. Still, they were monsters. Love is more powerful than humans could ever understand.]
N' you've got me and Pap in the meantime, y'know?
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This is a place for second chances. A place to change things. [She will let herself hope, let the flame burn brightly.]
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But as far as weird went, Sans is pretty sure this counts as "good-weird."]
Something like that. [Without allowing himself to put too much thought into it, Sans tipped his body until his shoulder was pressed flush up against the meat of her arm. It was soft and comfortable.] M'glad you're here, Tori.
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I'm not sure what I do if I did not have you here.
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[Still, he can't help feeling a little lose to look at her. So tall, so very nostalgic just to listen to, and then there's him -- relatively powerless to help her.
It occurs to him that he could tell her, now, exactly what his experience with Chara was aboard this ship and beyond it, back home.
He could tell her.
He doesn't.]
Can I walk you back to your room? Y'never know what might jump out at night around here. [He winks.] I've heard there are skeletons on this ship.
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I would appreciate the company. I mean, who knows what else lurks on a ship such as this?
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[Sans winks, nodding for her to follow him along. Without really thinking about it, he turns left instead of right. The long way.
Something tells him the time was going to pass too quickly anyway.]