[It's soothing. It's comforting. Mettaton's sobbing slowly begins to subside and he feels exhausted but... better, somehow. His grip relaxes on Sans's back and he lifts up his head from his shoulder.]
Your shoulder is wet.
[What a silly statement. He laughs a little to himself at having said it. Of course it's wet. What did he expect? He pulls back a little so he can look Sans in the eye and smile.]
You've been more of a help to me than you know.
[He leans forward, gently pressing his forehead to Sans's and sighs. He's so comfortable now. He looks an absolute mess but he's not shaking anymore. He feels safe.
He supposes there are four people he feels this safe around now: Bucky, Alphys, Napstablook... and Sans.
Oh. And his mirror. Right. He almost forgot him. He wishes he could touch him. Maybe one day he'll be able to hug him like this.]
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Your shoulder is wet.
[What a silly statement. He laughs a little to himself at having said it. Of course it's wet. What did he expect? He pulls back a little so he can look Sans in the eye and smile.]
You've been more of a help to me than you know.
[He leans forward, gently pressing his forehead to Sans's and sighs. He's so comfortable now. He looks an absolute mess but he's not shaking anymore. He feels safe.
He supposes there are four people he feels this safe around now: Bucky, Alphys, Napstablook... and Sans.
Oh. And his mirror. Right. He almost forgot him. He wishes he could touch him. Maybe one day he'll be able to hug him like this.]