Sans-Serif looks up sharply at the sound of S-4's voice. He reaches up to wipe frightened tears from his eyes, the better to see his brother standing there. Even before the next flash of lightning properly illuminates him, he knows who he sees. The little skeleton smiles broadly in relief. "brother!" He tries to hurry over to him, but finds himself wincing instead as the other Sanses each tighten a hand on his wrist, holding him back.

"stay back, bro," says the one in red, glancing up at S-4.

"yeah, we'll protect you!" says the one in blue, fistpumping with his free hand.

Sans-Serif shakes his head fearfully. Of course, he wants his brother to be safe, but...he's scared, and if S-4 is here, that means he doesn't have to be brave. He wants to hold on tight to him, instead, so that whatever's in the dark doesn't get him, too. He finally manages to extend a hand towards S-4, if only because the one in blue is too nice to hold him back too forcibly.