"But... he can't be gone." He finally looks back up at her, sadness filling in the cracks in his cheerful armor. He might complain and fuss, but he doesn't want Sans to be gone. Sans is the older of the two, the one who's always, always been there. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if anything really happened to him. "If he's gone, then whose messes am I going to clean up? Who am I going to carry home from the bar and strongly encourage to get back up in the morning?"