...unlike Frisk, Tauriel almost seems as though she's growing more angry. The hostility is enough that he's starting to feel a bit cold with it. He can, perhaps, even guess at the basic shape of the words she's trying not to say while Frisk is around. It wouldn't be the first time she's called him something similar, after all, though the last time was when he was standing over Chara's body.

Sans is increasingly aware, in a way that he's nevertheless unable to articulate even without his difficulty talking, that he does not want to be left alone with her. Entirely unaware that he's doing so, Sans shuffles just a few paces to the right, putting Frisk more firmly between him and Tauriel. The elf gets an anxious glance over the top of Frisk's head, before he returns his attention to his friend.

"Not always me." He gives his head a little shake, and forces himself to carry on: "Forget, sometimes."