Sans lands halfway in Tim's hands and holds on for dear life, digging his claws into Tim's sleeve and hauling himself all the way up. Then he just sort of sits there for a moment, a little stunned.

"well, that was kinda terrifying. jeez. thank you. nice catch."

His little heart is going a mile a minute, which is both intensely weird and vibrating his whole form.

"sorry. i didn't claw you, did i?"