[Well, working as a pair--I was outnumbered and outweighed.]

He's a little more expressive now, only half melted in the face. This is a bittersweet sort of fondness. Asgore and Toriel are very much fine, but won't remember him. Can't. Even if he does see them again. Even if he's right about them being close at all, somewhere, somewhen.

[He kept it up even after--] A vague handwave, his way of letting a sentence trail off. [We stayed friends. I... think. I knew him longer than I knew her.]