[I’ve never met anyone who made me feel like I was being x-rayed until I got on your bad side.]

[Only he didn’t, really. It wasn’t undeserved. It made sense and he knows that, he just - he’s not sure how to deal, when he’s the guy that knows something that Sans doesn’t. That’s not how this story is supposed to go. That’s not how conversations with Sans work.]

[Tim shrugs. Rolls his shoulders underneath the heat of the artificial sunshine.]

Sans the skeleton. You love bad jokes and your brother and doing as little as possible.

[You handed them the keys to end it all and didn’t even remember it.]

I met you, once.

[I knew you, inasmuch as anyone says they “know” you.]

I guess it doesn’t matter, if you don’t remember.