Sans blinks and looks down. He stares at Mettaton's hand for what feels like a good long while. Then he closes his eyes and bows his head slightly. He takes the rings.
"... She would. Thanks. We're..." He catches himself. Right. Not the time. That's how he got into half this mess in the first place. "Sorry. I'll tell you about it some other time, if you want to."
His sockets open(????) and he turns the ring over in his hands. With almost the same care, more out of respect for the monster in front of him than anything, he pockets the rings.
"... Hey." He looks back up, and nods towards the door. "I'm not trying to hook you guys back up or anything, but... I wasn't lying before. Papyrus still wants to be friends. He'd love to see you."
Pause.
"Only if you wanna, though."
Meaning that Sans won't push it. He just wants Mettaton to know the door's still open. You know. Metaphorically.
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Oh.
Sans blinks and looks down. He stares at Mettaton's hand for what feels like a good long while. Then he closes his eyes and bows his head slightly. He takes the rings.
"... She would. Thanks. We're..." He catches himself. Right. Not the time. That's how he got into half this mess in the first place. "Sorry. I'll tell you about it some other time, if you want to."
His sockets open(????) and he turns the ring over in his hands. With almost the same care, more out of respect for the monster in front of him than anything, he pockets the rings.
"... Hey." He looks back up, and nods towards the door. "I'm not trying to hook you guys back up or anything, but... I wasn't lying before. Papyrus still wants to be friends. He'd love to see you."
Pause.
"Only if you wanna, though."
Meaning that Sans won't push it. He just wants Mettaton to know the door's still open. You know. Metaphorically.