Sans understands that sort of pain better than most, twice over and again and again for the second occasion. He's seen Papyrus die a great many times. The last time had just been the worst.
And he can appreciate from his own experience that sometimes talking helps, and sometimes quiet helps. Just getting through the day can make a difference. Other things or other experiences can dull the pain or hide it away. He doesn't mind offering Lucas whichever the kid might need, because no one should have to understand this pain at all.
Sans offers a thumbs-up of agreement. "you got it." Then he tugs his hood up over his head, rests his head on his folded arms, and is asleep within seconds. Hopefully, the soft snoring sounds won't be too noisy for Lucas, either.
His dreams are strange and sad, rather than nightmarish or awful. He dreams that he's back home in Snowdin, resting at the kitchen table while Papyrus cooks instead. His dream-self knows that Gaster should be home from the lab soon. His conscious mind knows that he never will be. And there's so much he wants to tell his brother as he watches him happily clattering around - that it smells good, that he's really getting better, that Sans loves him and misses him and he's sorry and please please don't go to fight the human alone. But his mouth won't open. The words don't come. He just sits at home their old house and watches Papyrus being alive and happy the only way he can anymore.
It's just as well that Sans is asleep with his head down. He'll be quite embarrassed about the hints of blue around his eyesockets when he wakes up. Occasionally, he mumbles sleepily, but nothing that sounds much like words.
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Date: 2016-02-18 07:24 pm (UTC)And he can appreciate from his own experience that sometimes talking helps, and sometimes quiet helps. Just getting through the day can make a difference. Other things or other experiences can dull the pain or hide it away. He doesn't mind offering Lucas whichever the kid might need, because no one should have to understand this pain at all.
Sans offers a thumbs-up of agreement. "you got it." Then he tugs his hood up over his head, rests his head on his folded arms, and is asleep within seconds. Hopefully, the soft snoring sounds won't be too noisy for Lucas, either.
His dreams are strange and sad, rather than nightmarish or awful. He dreams that he's back home in Snowdin, resting at the kitchen table while Papyrus cooks instead. His dream-self knows that Gaster should be home from the lab soon. His conscious mind knows that he never will be. And there's so much he wants to tell his brother as he watches him happily clattering around - that it smells good, that he's really getting better, that Sans loves him and misses him and he's sorry and please please don't go to fight the human alone. But his mouth won't open. The words don't come. He just sits at
hometheir old house and watches Papyrus being alive and happy the only way he can anymore.It's just as well that Sans is asleep with his head down. He'll be quite embarrassed about the hints of blue around his eyesockets when he wakes up. Occasionally, he mumbles sleepily, but nothing that sounds much like words.