Gaster looks doubtful at S-4's reassurances - he knows that S-4 knows Sans-Serif better than anyone, but doubts that the younger skeleton has all of the context he needs to understand what he knows. But he also knows better than to try and argue that point right now. Besides, this is still one of the longer sentences S-4 has managed. He needs to encourage that.
So he simply nods quietly, and leaves.
S-4 gasps at the sudden contact, and Serif flinches, ducking his head and screwing his eyes shut. But then a few faint shreds of rationality cut through the panic, and he realizes that there could only be one other person in here. Even in the midst of everything else piling on him at once, he wouldn't have missed the presence of another scientist.
So Serif risks opening an eyesocket, sees Tauriel there in a way that she wasn't just a second ago. His eyesockets widen in surprise, and then he smiles up at her in soulfelt relief even as the tears continue to gather. He's so overcome that he doesn't even realize that Gaster has left until he hears the door close behind him, and the sound of footsteps fading down the hall.
Leaving all three of them here. Here together, which is good. But here, which is bad. Serif presses his hands over his face in a vain attempt to muffle the sobs that bubble forth in his ribcage.
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Date: 2016-06-27 09:23 pm (UTC)So he simply nods quietly, and leaves.
S-4 gasps at the sudden contact, and Serif flinches, ducking his head and screwing his eyes shut. But then a few faint shreds of rationality cut through the panic, and he realizes that there could only be one other person in here. Even in the midst of everything else piling on him at once, he wouldn't have missed the presence of another scientist.
So Serif risks opening an eyesocket, sees Tauriel there in a way that she wasn't just a second ago. His eyesockets widen in surprise, and then he smiles up at her in soulfelt relief even as the tears continue to gather. He's so overcome that he doesn't even realize that Gaster has left until he hears the door close behind him, and the sound of footsteps fading down the hall.
Leaving all three of them here. Here together, which is good. But here, which is bad. Serif presses his hands over his face in a vain attempt to muffle the sobs that bubble forth in his ribcage.
"i want to go home..."
Home isn't here, not anymore. Maybe it never was.