[Sans watches her and then looks away when the sandwich hits the ground. He...probably shouldn't be here. Should probably give her space. He wishes he knew what was going on, but even then, what help would he be? He's not good at comforting people. Never has been. The most he could offer would be a shrug and a vague mutter of "that sucks."]
[Besides, he said he wouldn't say another word. So he won't.]
[He just kind of slinks away to the counter and eats his own sandwich in silence, giving her as much space as she needs. If she wants to talk, she will. In the meantime, the best he can do is make himself as unobtrusive as possible.]
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[Besides, he said he wouldn't say another word. So he won't.]
[He just kind of slinks away to the counter and eats his own sandwich in silence, giving her as much space as she needs. If she wants to talk, she will. In the meantime, the best he can do is make himself as unobtrusive as possible.]