It's working. Probably. The injured Sans still doesn't react. Doesn't move. Still staring straight at the sky, sockets open and hollow, a byproduct of Gaster's presence. But the blood slows, and he wasn't dusting, which is as good a sign as any.
The crack in his bones slowly starts to heal over too, though there's still too much blood to tell. It - Gaster's - feels it too.
*THANK... YOU.
Gaster's glow dims with uncertainty. The other Sans' method worries him, but he's also aware they don't have much choice. Any other option, and they probably couldn't save him in time.
*HE IS... S-S-S-S-SON.
*CALLS ME... "OLD MAN".
That's supposed to be funny. Oh. It's kind of hard to tell jokes like this. Still. He wanted to show he was grateful to the other Sans... and concerned. The other one might not be a relation in his timeline, for all he knew, but that wouldn't stop him from worrying for someone that still looked like his son.
oops what do you mean trombone icons aren't appropriate rn
*CAN.
It's working. Probably. The injured Sans still doesn't react. Doesn't move. Still staring straight at the sky, sockets open and hollow, a byproduct of Gaster's presence. But the blood slows, and he wasn't dusting, which is as good a sign as any.
The crack in his bones slowly starts to heal over too, though there's still too much blood to tell. It - Gaster's - feels it too.
*THANK... YOU.
Gaster's glow dims with uncertainty. The other Sans' method worries him, but he's also aware they don't have much choice. Any other option, and they probably couldn't save him in time.
*HE IS... S-S-S-S-SON.
*CALLS ME... "OLD MAN".
That's supposed to be funny. Oh. It's kind of hard to tell jokes like this. Still. He wanted to show he was grateful to the other Sans... and concerned. The other one might not be a relation in his timeline, for all he knew, but that wouldn't stop him from worrying for someone that still looked like his son.
*B-B-BE... CAREFUL... TOO.