[Eddie would have no cognizance of his past, of the things he'd done and said and not said. He couldn't have known, and yet Sans couldn't help feeling a twinge of something at the back of his skull at the surprise in Eddie's body language. All over being asked something so simple.
It wasn't righting any past wrongs -- nothing could do that, Sans had seen that with his own eye sockets -- but there was a strange sort of mercy in those three little words.
Are you okay?
If only he'd learned that a long time ago. Maybe things would've been different.]
Yeah, of course.
[The rambling list of fears, the worries, the talk of his mother (maybe not high-five worthy, after all...), all of it could wait for the moment.
Whatever it was this kid had to get off his chest, that was where Sans' eyelights focused now. He scoots a bit closer in the grass, skull ducked lower. Conspiratory. Safe.]
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It wasn't righting any past wrongs -- nothing could do that, Sans had seen that with his own eye sockets -- but there was a strange sort of mercy in those three little words.
Are you okay?
If only he'd learned that a long time ago. Maybe things would've been different.]
Yeah, of course.
[The rambling list of fears, the worries, the talk of his mother (maybe not high-five worthy, after all...), all of it could wait for the moment.
Whatever it was this kid had to get off his chest, that was where Sans' eyelights focused now. He scoots a bit closer in the grass, skull ducked lower. Conspiratory. Safe.]
What's up?