Sans hands clench and unclench the chest of his shirt. Gaster's hand was gone now, but he could swear he still felt it there. The lingering feeling makes him cough and mixes in with the pain in his cheek, leg, and shoulder. Another unpleasant feeling. Great. The former monster wonders if he should be grateful he could even withstand all of this.

... Nah.

Not really.

For a moment, he doesn't even realize what Gaster is saying, much less doing. Then a green light catches behind his eyes. He opens them. It's...

Oh.

Sans goes quiet for a long time. Then his head lulls back to look at Gaster. He coughs again.

"Told ya."