They hold on. Tightly isn't necessary; the message of trying to help, trying to reassure, that's passed enough. A thumb runs over his own fingers, a touch to try to sooth them both, and it's strange how comforting actual bones feel.
"Yeah. Know people do...weird stuff when they're scared. I hope we can make friends again." That last bit slipped out accidentally. Their expression doesn't change enough to indicate whether they even realized it. Even they sometimes forget that all their determination is wrapped up inside a kid, that they're still a kid at all. And even brave, determined kids get scared.
They're still slumped over the side of the chair, still trying not to break down, but they nod. No idea what Sans is talking about, but they trust him. And they've been left alone before, surely they can handle it now.
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Date: 2015-12-22 06:24 am (UTC)"Yeah. Know people do...weird stuff when they're scared. I hope we can make friends again." That last bit slipped out accidentally. Their expression doesn't change enough to indicate whether they even realized it. Even they sometimes forget that all their determination is wrapped up inside a kid, that they're still a kid at all. And even brave, determined kids get scared.
They're still slumped over the side of the chair, still trying not to break down, but they nod. No idea what Sans is talking about, but they trust him. And they've been left alone before, surely they can handle it now.
Their grip loosens.