It actually doesn't feel all that bad. A little strange, but...well, Sans isn't that much taller than Frisk, and so got used to the idea of pats on the head as gestures of affection a long time ago. Head pets aren't that different, as it turns out. So he doesn't speak up. This feels a little strange, but sometimes, the gesture means less than the meaning behind it. Any sign that Frisk is still here and still not sick of him is personally comforting, to Sans.
That laugh is...a little too familiar, even so, even if Frisk manages to keep themselves from fully giving voice to it, even despite the petting. Then again, Sans isn't the greatest at reassurance when it involves talking about his own state, either. Which is why he generally tries not to talk directly about it. So despite the inherent reassurance of the head petting, Sans winces to hear Frisk's attempted reassurance.
"...nah. i don't think he was." Probably. But Sans carries stubbornly on, clenching his fists in his lap. "it's still papyrus' soul in there. i know my brother's soul. but...he might have thought he would. there were people who tried to make him think he could. i mean...i don't know everything, about how they made him. gaster probably does, but even i can't always understand him when he gets going. it might take him some time, before 's4' gets that, though. i mean...i was made to fight humans, too." So it's not just when talking about his own state that Sans isn't all that great at offering reassurance. "i guess the big difference is that i chose to be that way, so it was easier for me to choose to stop. he wasn't just made to fight humans, he was made to take care of me. or...the sans in his time."
Sans thinks he might be creeping up on another problem he has with this entire situation. He's suddenly not entirely sure he wants to.
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Date: 2015-12-24 09:10 pm (UTC)That laugh is...a little too familiar, even so, even if Frisk manages to keep themselves from fully giving voice to it, even despite the petting. Then again, Sans isn't the greatest at reassurance when it involves talking about his own state, either. Which is why he generally tries not to talk directly about it. So despite the inherent reassurance of the head petting, Sans winces to hear Frisk's attempted reassurance.
"...nah. i don't think he was." Probably. But Sans carries stubbornly on, clenching his fists in his lap. "it's still papyrus' soul in there. i know my brother's soul. but...he might have thought he would. there were people who tried to make him think he could. i mean...i don't know everything, about how they made him. gaster probably does, but even i can't always understand him when he gets going. it might take him some time, before 's4' gets that, though. i mean...i was made to fight humans, too." So it's not just when talking about his own state that Sans isn't all that great at offering reassurance. "i guess the big difference is that i chose to be that way, so it was easier for me to choose to stop. he wasn't just made to fight humans, he was made to take care of me. or...the sans in his time."
Sans thinks he might be creeping up on another problem he has with this entire situation. He's suddenly not entirely sure he wants to.