Watts is getting more worked up by the second, his breathing starting to get hoarse again and no he can't start getting sick, Tauriel will kill him if he starts spitting up blood again, and honestly, he nearly bolts when he sees Sans drop down to four limbs. There's a voice in the back of his mind, harshly insistent, that he's the cause of this. He tries to keep it away, but he should have asked more questions, he shouldn't have agreed so easily, even if he's a scientist at heart, and even if Sans seemed sure of himself...
Thankfully, moments later, Sans seems to come back to himself, just slightly. Watts looks up at him, laughs with relief and just a hint of hysteria.
"Oh, god, Sans, you're okay! What the hell happened to you?" He tries to step forward, but Ryoji holds out an arm to block his path.
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Date: 2016-03-31 03:19 am (UTC)Thankfully, moments later, Sans seems to come back to himself, just slightly. Watts looks up at him, laughs with relief and just a hint of hysteria.
"Oh, god, Sans, you're okay! What the hell happened to you?" He tries to step forward, but Ryoji holds out an arm to block his path.