(Thankfully for Sans, this wasn't really Eddie telling him all this to be fixed or to be provided with help. Eddie doesn't think there's much about him that can be fixed. Mostly, he's confiding in Sans because Sans is now a friend and Eddie felt like lying to your friends was a horrible thing to do.
And every time he used that inhaler, no matter how real the asthma attack looked, that was a lie too. A lie that Eddie convinced himself of needing even.
He didn't want to lie to Sans. His fingers twist and rip out more grass, maybe a little harder than before. There isn't really anything anyone can say to twelve years worth of invasive manipulation.
That kind of thing didn't change magically because of one perfect sentence.
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And every time he used that inhaler, no matter how real the asthma attack looked, that was a lie too. A lie that Eddie convinced himself of needing even.
He didn't want to lie to Sans. His fingers twist and rip out more grass, maybe a little harder than before. There isn't really anything anyone can say to twelve years worth of invasive manipulation.
That kind of thing didn't change magically because of one perfect sentence.
Eddie looks up, his dark eyes curious.)
What?