Jay screws his eyes shut, pressing the heel of his hand against his cheekbone, digging his nails into the skin along his hairline. It makes sense. Sans is making sense. Jay's not making sense.
He should go inside. He should keep reading. There's nothing out there tonight that won't be out there tomorrow night. He just needs something. A distraction.
"The border?" He's trying to keep his tone even, trying to keep it light, but the way his teeth are grit tight enough to make his jaw ache is making that tough. "Is that...the edge of Wonderland, is that what's out there?"
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It makes sense.
It makes sense.
...Fuck.
Jay screws his eyes shut, pressing the heel of his hand against his cheekbone, digging his nails into the skin along his hairline. It makes sense. Sans is making sense. Jay's not making sense.
He should go inside. He should keep reading. There's nothing out there tonight that won't be out there tomorrow night. He just needs something. A distraction.
"The border?" He's trying to keep his tone even, trying to keep it light, but the way his teeth are grit tight enough to make his jaw ache is making that tough. "Is that...the edge of Wonderland, is that what's out there?"
That's what he needs. Information.