[Mettaton's trembling slows to almost nothing when Sans's hand settles on top of his. He can feel this. It's real. He grabbed Sans's hand, he told his hand to reach out and take his and it did and there's nothing wrong, the magic feels right and Mettaton's eyes close in relief.

It's a brief respite but it's a welcome one.]

Even if you don't mind, this is still an improper presentation of myself.

[This doesn't put the brand in a good light at all; something his mirror will absolutely have words with him about later.]

You'll never be intruding as much as... he did.

[He shudders a little. Magic and energy share so many of the same characteristics, and to feel something so foreign and yet familiar flood his body and overtake his senses will not be easily forgotten.]