For now, Sans seems stable. When he turns towards the door of the lounge and starts towards it, Neil will find himself being towed along after the skeleton like a balloon on a line. A thought occurs to him when he's just about to step out into the hallway, one that probably should have come to him before. He glances back at his friend.

"is your fan club gonna follow us? is there something i can do to make 'em take a break?" If Neil normally had this ability, Sans has to think he would have showed it off before. He must have done something - probably some sort of science experiment. And one much less fun than cooking up ketchup.

Sans is still out of his depth in a lot of this, but he also can't help but pay attention to certain things. Terminally ill...