[The shadow Mettaton looks vaguely offended at shadow Alphys pushing away from him a bit but he doesn't move to stop her. Instead he watches Mettaton intensely as Mettaton listens to Sans.]
But... I...
[Alphys's words rattle in his brain and Sans's words make him flush and he stays quiet for a moment, looking to this shadow with an unreadable face.]
...you're right. I like who I like. I love who I love. I just... am terrified of how it would look to others who would see me. My reputation, what I have built, it's... everything. If I slip, no one will respect me anymore. How can I expect that? How can I...
[He looks away, unable to look anyone in the eyes.]
How can I trust other people to see me how I need them to see me?
[It's vague and awkward and he looks pleadingly to his shadow. He knows his shadow could press him to be more specific but he hopes that he won't. The shadow continues to watch him, his own expression unreadable.]
So, yes. I am ashamed of who I like because they may not fit to what society thinks is cool but I still want to like them because I want... I want to be close to people who have been good to me. I don't want to be afraid. And I want to be better than judging people based on their looks or interests.
[The shadow tilts his head to the side, closes his eyes, and smiles.]
Well darling. Look at you. You're making me proud.
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But... I...
[Alphys's words rattle in his brain and Sans's words make him flush and he stays quiet for a moment, looking to this shadow with an unreadable face.]
...you're right. I like who I like. I love who I love. I just... am terrified of how it would look to others who would see me. My reputation, what I have built, it's... everything. If I slip, no one will respect me anymore. How can I expect that? How can I...
[He looks away, unable to look anyone in the eyes.]
How can I trust other people to see me how I need them to see me?
[It's vague and awkward and he looks pleadingly to his shadow. He knows his shadow could press him to be more specific but he hopes that he won't. The shadow continues to watch him, his own expression unreadable.]
So, yes. I am ashamed of who I like because they may not fit to what society thinks is cool but I still want to like them because I want... I want to be close to people who have been good to me. I don't want to be afraid. And I want to be better than judging people based on their looks or interests.
[The shadow tilts his head to the side, closes his eyes, and smiles.]
Well darling. Look at you. You're making me proud.