He takes a breath as they finally come to a stop, trying to ignore his nausea or the way the room spins. He reaches out, putting a hand on a wall to steady himself. He can hear the anger and the accusation in Sans' voice, and he knows it's completely deserved. He didn't expect Sans to ever be his friend again. He didn't even really know what he was trying to accomplish by talking to him.

He supposed he just missed his friend. He missed messing around, watching TV on the couch, staring at the ceiling and just feeling like shit. It wasn't like they ever did anything totally out of the ordinary, but they did them together. He just doesn't want all those memories they shared to go to waste, locked away to never be spoken of again.

"I don't... I thought it would just turn you blue or something. I thought you're an angel... So nothing would hurt you..."

It was all very stupid in retrospect. He feels the shame of that night all over again. He can't even meet Sans' gaze.

"I'm sorry..." his voice is rough and quiet. He's normally careful to keep his feelings out of his voice and off his face, but right now he's nauseous and in pain and worried about the friend he's lost for good. "God... I'm so sorry."