[She gawks at him. A hug? They're friends, but... She doesn't think they've ever hugged. And it would be weird. Sans looks all chubby under that jacket, but she knows he's literally all bone. Not exactly hugging material.]

Uhh... No thanks... Your ribs would, would probably... poke my ribs. [She wipes at her face again. It's a dumb joke. The offer from Sans jars her out of her downward track, at least, and she seems to regain some control. She sniffs and pauses before pressing on.]

Sans, I dunno... what's worse. [She drags in a long breath and lets it out in a tired sigh.] If she came back I'd... I dunno if I could handle it. [It's a really painful admission. Deep down she feels that if Chloe ever came back... things might not get better. Not easily.]

Maybe I'd keep... spiraling.

[But she can't deny that she'd be happy. Funny, how better and happy don't always coincide... She casts about for something easier to talk about.]

I'm really glad he's back, you know. I haven't... haven't told you.