[Hugging a giant marshmallow sounds amazing, and is exactly the sort of ridiculousness she needs right now. But the moment passes, and she's glad Sans doesn't press further.

She gives him time to talk as well. And the more he does, the more she finds herself agreeing.]

Yes, exactly! [She wipes at her face absentmindedly, and leans forward, looking for once like he has her full attention. Because god, he gets it.]

When I was first here I thought... like, it was a bubble, like I could... take my time to be okay.

But fuck, Sans, it's... it's almost been two years...

[And she's tearing up again. Her eyes shine as they stare intently at Sans.]