"Yeah. That."

The moment passed, and Sans finally lifts his head and stares straight on ahead. Bony fingers drum at the ketchup bottle in his hands, sitting on his non-stomach. He's quiet for a moment.

"... You'd do the same thing Undyne did, yeah?" It's a stupid question. Sans knew he would, but he wants to hear it out loud. "Look after him if I can't, I mean."