[It's shady, the way he intuits what he does. It might be that Alex is more readable than he gives himself credit for, or it might be that Sans has had practice. Or a real good mix of both.]

Yeah, you're really joined at the hip, you two.

[He's sure to drape that thin veneer of sarcasm over the remark.]

You're really good at giving answers without giving answers, you know that?

[But there's one valuable takeaway from this whole talk of theirs. Everyone's got a sore spot. Everyone's got a place that, if you apply enough pressure, anything can happen. And now he knows Sans's.

He likes Sans. He thinks he's pretty chill, for a skeleton. But he's too damned mysterious for his own good.]

How d'you do that whole zipping around thing, anyway? That some kinda magic bullshit too?