He nods slowly, agreeing, eyesockets sliding closed again.

"alex had problems. i never knew all...all this stuff, about why he was like that. didn't even know you were from the same world till a...a little while ago. but think about how...when he didn't trust something, he took it out on everyone. you're taking it out on...on yourself."

Tim isn't a bad person. Tim doesn't have LV, as far as Sans can tell, and he does know that the rules work differently for people from other worlds. But Alex had the closest thing to LV. He was the sort of person who would try to kill a kid just for acting a bit spooky.

"we don't think you're crazy. or bad. or any of that."

It's honestly hard to talk at this point. Everything's starting to feel sluggish, like his mind is wading through mud.

"you don't hafta...go anywhere, tim. we're not gonna m...make you. we can just..."

He slides down the tree, and in the darkness it hopefully looks more like he just decided to sit down to be at Tim's level and less like his legs just gave out.

"we can just sit here for awhile."