He lets out a sound that might be a laugh-- it's breathless and static threads through it, but he attempts to smile reassuringly down anyway. "❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎ ☼︎✋︎☝︎☟︎❄︎📬︎ 💣︎⚐︎💧︎❄︎ 🚩☜︎⚐︎🚩☹︎☜︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎📬︎" he says.

But it's so nice, an instrument like that should be properly taken care of... Gaster gets to his feet and more glides away from the piano than properly steps away from it when they tug. They are certainly eager, and far be it for him to quash that, especially when the situation feels so terribly nostalgic.

(A different hand on his, but still.)

He nods along. All right, all right.