"No...no, not always. I met you someplace else not long ago. I met you when--when..." But Lucas' voice trails off, because suddenly he finds that he can't really remember either. Not while this cavern and its frightening inhabitants stretch out before them, dark and endless and waiting, snuffing out any memory of brighter things. (He's sure they can't have been here all the time, though. If they had been, then...then....)
He falls quiet, letting Sans speak up again at length. It's true--they really can't hide, he doesn't think. But Sans reaches to take his hand, and even if it's only for a moment, that's an immensely surprising thing. It's an unusually small and bony sort of grip, not quite like anything else he's ever felt before...but Lucas also can't remember the last time he held anybody's hand at all, be it a human's or a skeleton's.
Not since Mom.
He doesn't let go until Sans does, and stands up when Sans does as well, keeping close. Lucas stares at him--he can't help it--he's pretty sure he's never seen Sans this scared before. This is the same Sans with a penchant for sweets buffet parties and terrible puns...but then, Lucas supposes, people can be made up of a lot of different feelings. Even skeletons. A great sadness fills his heart, at this thought.
He steps beside Sans, frowning out at the roaming shadows in the distance with a bit more resolve, even if the cold dread still lingers on the back of his neck. "Yes. We'll go together. Things are a little better when you're not all alone. So, no matter what--let's not get separated, okay?"
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Date: 2016-03-18 05:09 am (UTC)He falls quiet, letting Sans speak up again at length. It's true--they really can't hide, he doesn't think. But Sans reaches to take his hand, and even if it's only for a moment, that's an immensely surprising thing. It's an unusually small and bony sort of grip, not quite like anything else he's ever felt before...but Lucas also can't remember the last time he held anybody's hand at all, be it a human's or a skeleton's.
Not since Mom.
He doesn't let go until Sans does, and stands up when Sans does as well, keeping close. Lucas stares at him--he can't help it--he's pretty sure he's never seen Sans this scared before. This is the same Sans with a penchant for sweets buffet parties and terrible puns...but then, Lucas supposes, people can be made up of a lot of different feelings. Even skeletons. A great sadness fills his heart, at this thought.
He steps beside Sans, frowning out at the roaming shadows in the distance with a bit more resolve, even if the cold dread still lingers on the back of his neck. "Yes. We'll go together. Things are a little better when you're not all alone. So, no matter what--let's not get separated, okay?"