Sans lets Frisk dry themselves off on their own. He picks up his jacket and turns it over. A little damp now, but he didn't care. For a momet, he's quiet.
"... Hey. Lemme know if this ain't any of my business, but... can I ask about your eyes?"
His tone his a little gentler, less jokey - just to let Frisk know that they don't have to answer if they don't want to. Sans won't push it.
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Sans lets Frisk dry themselves off on their own. He picks up his jacket and turns it over. A little damp now, but he didn't care. For a momet, he's quiet.
"... Hey. Lemme know if this ain't any of my business, but... can I ask about your eyes?"
His tone his a little gentler, less jokey - just to let Frisk know that they don't have to answer if they don't want to. Sans won't push it.