He thinks he hears his name and ducks further behind the tree, making himself as small as possible. Doesn't want to see or talk to anyone right now, not when he can barely even think and his skull feels like it's about to split in half. Doesn't want to upset Tim any further. Doesn't want to get in the way. He'll need to come out eventually and let Max know that she didn't, haha, accidentally kill him or anything. Not right now.

He can't hear them that well, anyway. He's several feet away and they're talking quietly enough that it's just a murmur of conversation. He's not eavesdropping. That's good. It's easier to think of absolutes like that right now than to try and parse what must have just happened, why Max must have rewound. At least it doesn't hurt quite as much this time.

Sans just stays quiet and waits for it to pass.