As Frisk's fingers loosen around his sleeve, Sans catches Frisk's hand gently in his. But he moves so that Frisk's fingers are curled around his, instead - a silent signal that the kid can squeeze as tightly as they need to. It won't bother him. Frisk doesn't mean him any harm, and so Frisk can't cause him any harm. Not in the ways that matter.
There's been enough distress lately, and there's certainly still some distress on Sans' end. But Frisk has helped him with a lot of that, so far. He's not good at reassuring anyone, but he'll try.
"yeah. that's best." That's something that is a firm fact. He and Gaster are going to take care of S4. But that doesn't mean Frisk should go un-taken-care-of, either. "and, uh, thanks, kid. for speaking up for him. i know you didn't have to. i know he's...different, now. he's got the same soul, he just doesn't know what to do with it yet, and..."
And Frisk is clearly too tired to process any of this. As tears begin to gather in their eyes, Sans feels his soul ache with sympathy. Some monsters can heal properly, with magic. Some can heal by sharing out some of their own HP. Sans can't do either of those things - he doesn't have the HP to spare, and however his magic came about, it's only ever been geared towards destruction. At the time, it was thought that that would be all he'd need. In that moment, he wishes that he'd thought a little more ahead.
"hey, uh, kid...do you think you'll be okay here for a little while? i've got an idea. might help. might not, but, uh...worth a shot, right?" Sans can't help but sound a little anxious, but also a little hopeful. It doesn't look as though Frisk can get much worse. Actually, that's a lie, because Sans knows how much worse a human can look. But he really, really hopes Frisk doesn't get any worse. Explanations can come later, if explanations will help.
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I haven't noticed any problems!
Date: 2015-12-22 01:37 am (UTC)There's been enough distress lately, and there's certainly still some distress on Sans' end. But Frisk has helped him with a lot of that, so far. He's not good at reassuring anyone, but he'll try.
"yeah. that's best." That's something that is a firm fact. He and Gaster are going to take care of S4. But that doesn't mean Frisk should go un-taken-care-of, either. "and, uh, thanks, kid. for speaking up for him. i know you didn't have to. i know he's...different, now. he's got the same soul, he just doesn't know what to do with it yet, and..."
And Frisk is clearly too tired to process any of this. As tears begin to gather in their eyes, Sans feels his soul ache with sympathy. Some monsters can heal properly, with magic. Some can heal by sharing out some of their own HP. Sans can't do either of those things - he doesn't have the HP to spare, and however his magic came about, it's only ever been geared towards destruction. At the time, it was thought that that would be all he'd need. In that moment, he wishes that he'd thought a little more ahead.
"hey, uh, kid...do you think you'll be okay here for a little while? i've got an idea. might help. might not, but, uh...worth a shot, right?" Sans can't help but sound a little anxious, but also a little hopeful. It doesn't look as though Frisk can get much worse. Actually, that's a lie, because Sans knows how much worse a human can look. But he really, really hopes Frisk doesn't get any worse. Explanations can come later, if explanations will help.