--'right about everything', he would have said. But he stops. Now Mettaton's really crying. Papyrus wanted them both to talk, but...
Welp. 'Too far' is an understatement.
Sans' grip on the table suddenly loosens. His shoulders slump further. He's quiet for a long time. He's glad Mettaton can't see his face right now. They both needed to talk, but Sans regrets talking back. Christ. This is why he usually didn't.
Good job, he tells himself. You're an official asshole.
For once, though, he doesn't give it up. Somehow, it finally hits him. It's a tired, shame-filled clarity, but actually... good. Maybe unconsciously, he realizes he can't say everything he's saying without doing it to himself. He still rarely followed his own advice. But knows needs to do now. Something he already wanted to do, but held off out of this or that stupid reason. Who knew venting out all your petty feelings made you wise up?
He runs both hands over his skull and keeps them there moment. A slow, shaky breath comes out of him. Skeletons don't have to breathe, but it helps sometimes. Especially when you're trying to gather a little courage.
Finally, the skeleton hops off the table. He doesn't even look at the words on the floor now. This time, he was looking at Mettaton. Sans didn't cry. Not often, anyway. But damn if all that exhaustion and remorse on his face now didn't show something similar.
He reaches out and picks a crumb out of his hair. Then another one. He flicks them out onto the floor.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry you and Papyrus broke up. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."
2/2 KEEP FORGETTING SHIT
Welp. 'Too far' is an understatement.
Sans' grip on the table suddenly loosens. His shoulders slump further. He's quiet for a long time. He's glad Mettaton can't see his face right now. They both needed to talk, but Sans regrets talking back. Christ. This is why he usually didn't.
Good job, he tells himself. You're an official asshole.
For once, though, he doesn't give it up. Somehow, it finally hits him. It's a tired, shame-filled clarity, but actually... good. Maybe unconsciously, he realizes he can't say everything he's saying without doing it to himself. He still rarely followed his own advice. But knows needs to do now. Something he already wanted to do, but held off out of this or that stupid reason. Who knew venting out all your petty feelings made you wise up?
He runs both hands over his skull and keeps them there moment. A slow, shaky breath comes out of him. Skeletons don't have to breathe, but it helps sometimes. Especially when you're trying to gather a little courage.
Finally, the skeleton hops off the table. He doesn't even look at the words on the floor now. This time, he was looking at Mettaton. Sans didn't cry. Not often, anyway. But damn if all that exhaustion and remorse on his face now didn't show something similar.
He reaches out and picks a crumb out of his hair. Then another one. He flicks them out onto the floor.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry you and Papyrus broke up. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."