The Shadow flickers, and nothing about that is good. He's seen that sort of thing before. Not from Tim, at least not yet, but Sans can only assume that the consequences are just as bad.

"here's an idea, how about you give him some time to fucking think before forcing him into some kind of bullshit decision. i've always accepted what i am, so this whole thing is ridiculous."

Sans's Shadow sobs into the floor. "l-liar."

"even if that is the case, you can't just--expect people to instantly be okay with this crap. it's absurd. people need time. so--both of you, leave us alone. give us some goddamn time. before i grab you both and stuff you in a towel closet."