"no worries. i think i owed you one anyway." He waves a hand dismissively. "we'll just call it even." He tends to collect a lot of favors, but Sans isn't one to really ever call them in.
Then Sans narrows his eyesockets thoughtfully, trying to take a proper look at Neil now that they're both somewhere quiet. Terminally ill. By definition, there is next to nothing he can do about that...but there's also no denying that the human looks utterly miserable, and he wants to try.
"you want something to drink? lemme grab ya something to drink. be right back." And without giving Neil more than a few seconds to even think of arguing, Sans vanishes from the bedside. He'll be gone for a little over thirty seconds before there's a sound like a soft "whoosh" from outside, and Sans pads back into the room with a cup in hand. He carefully gets back up onto the bed and offers it to Neil, though he braces himself to hold it steady should it become necessary.
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Date: 2016-03-23 06:42 pm (UTC)Then Sans narrows his eyesockets thoughtfully, trying to take a proper look at Neil now that they're both somewhere quiet. Terminally ill. By definition, there is next to nothing he can do about that...but there's also no denying that the human looks utterly miserable, and he wants to try.
"you want something to drink? lemme grab ya something to drink. be right back." And without giving Neil more than a few seconds to even think of arguing, Sans vanishes from the bedside. He'll be gone for a little over thirty seconds before there's a sound like a soft "whoosh" from outside, and Sans pads back into the room with a cup in hand. He carefully gets back up onto the bed and offers it to Neil, though he braces himself to hold it steady should it become necessary.