Sans actually flinches a little at Lucas' quiet offer of forgiveness, ducking his head even further. He catches himself reaching back for the hood of his coat, meaning and wanting to pull it up over his head before he stops himself. But he also keeps listening. He owes the kid that much, obviously. And despite himself, Sans even finds himself smiling a little. Brothers, it seems, aren't that different at heart regardless of species.

He doesn't sound quite as okay as he did a minute ago, when he speaks again. But his tone of voice is unmistakably, almost painfully fond, and he's still smiling wistfully even as he stares at nothing very much. "i was actually always kinda happy, that papyrus was so much taller than me. whenever we were going somewhere, and he'd get mad at how slow i was going, he'd just...pick me up and carry me the rest of the way." And for a little while, Sans would feel safe.

He's distracted from these pleasant memories by the half-cry of pain from Lucas. Sans' head snaps up, and he seems to...appear on the other side of the table, making to move forward again. Then he sees just what's happened, and he stops, feeling cold down to the marrow.

Blood. Some monsters wouldn't even know what it is. Sans has seen too much of it.

As much for an excuse to look away as anything else, Sans looks around for a rag or something similar. He spots one hanging on a wall, and doesn't speak again until he's gone over to retrieve it and brought it back for the human.

"i can, um, still be sorry. that it happened, i mean. losing a brother...it kinda feels like a chunk's been ripped out of you inside, doesn't it? so you're just..."

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"...bleeding."

Humans aren't supposed to bleed. Neither are skeletons. Both can bleed a surprising amount. Sans manages to catch his breath and recover his wits enough to ask: "should i, um...should i get anything else for that?" He indicates Lucas' finger a little shakily.