Mettaton continues looking at Sans, even after he turns away.
"You're not the first person to say that to me you know. And it begs the question... when do I know you?"
When does anything he's done count as knowing someone? Where is this boundary line?
"I know you like puns. I know you were a pretty good stand up comedian. I know you love your brother. I know you love comfortable clothes that are easy to sleep in. I know you can be thoughtful with gifts. You like business because when you strip it all down, it's a rather simple process."
He rubs his thumb gently over Sans's hand, continuing to look at him.
"You love to mess around and be silly. You love the stars and everything about them. You're great friends with Alphys... better than me. You don't know how to say thank you for gifts, but you're grateful for them anyway. You love burned s'mores more than a perfect roasted marshmallow."
There's a lot of things he has picked up on from the past couple of months and just being in Sans's presence.
"You have a passion for learning and you care for your friends in your own way. You're messy and odd and there are a lot of things I don't know about you, but there are things I do know too."
There's so much more he could say but he stops. This already feels weird enough. He sighs.
"So where, in all that, can you say I don't know you? I certainly know something. We wouldn't be here right now if I didn't know you in some capacity."
There's a small passing thought in Mettaton's mind. How much does he know of me? He's not sure what the answer to that is. He's not sure he wants to face the painful truth of it.
"How is it your fault that it involved other people? I doubt that whatever he did only had ramifications for you even if he was wiped from existence. Do you mean when you talk about it?"
He thinks of asking 'is the subject cursed somehow?' but he feels that may be a bit insensitive.
*Velma voice* you stop that
"You're not the first person to say that to me you know. And it begs the question... when do I know you?"
When does anything he's done count as knowing someone? Where is this boundary line?
"I know you like puns. I know you were a pretty good stand up comedian. I know you love your brother. I know you love comfortable clothes that are easy to sleep in. I know you can be thoughtful with gifts. You like business because when you strip it all down, it's a rather simple process."
He rubs his thumb gently over Sans's hand, continuing to look at him.
"You love to mess around and be silly. You love the stars and everything about them. You're great friends with Alphys... better than me. You don't know how to say thank you for gifts, but you're grateful for them anyway. You love burned s'mores more than a perfect roasted marshmallow."
There's a lot of things he has picked up on from the past couple of months and just being in Sans's presence.
"You have a passion for learning and you care for your friends in your own way. You're messy and odd and there are a lot of things I don't know about you, but there are things I do know too."
There's so much more he could say but he stops. This already feels weird enough. He sighs.
"So where, in all that, can you say I don't know you? I certainly know something. We wouldn't be here right now if I didn't know you in some capacity."
There's a small passing thought in Mettaton's mind. How much does he know of me? He's not sure what the answer to that is. He's not sure he wants to face the painful truth of it.
"How is it your fault that it involved other people? I doubt that whatever he did only had ramifications for you even if he was wiped from existence. Do you mean when you talk about it?"
He thinks of asking 'is the subject cursed somehow?' but he feels that may be a bit insensitive.