How did they get here, huh? He looks at 'em and he doesn't say anything for a long time, because - heh, because what've they got here? Tricks, jokes, traps, sidestepping around the issues, always evasive, always dodging, the both of them. Playing mind games and word association and barely-concealed threats and tentative testing of the waters as they try to discern one another's limits.
It is easier not to care.
Fuck, they're right. For a long time he put most of his eggs in one person. And that one person ain't really always gonna be there, huh?
And it'd be easier, far easier, in the long run, if they didn't have to just - be on their toes all the time. Constantly second-guessing. Constantly discerning ulterior motives. Nah, far better to know where they stand with one another.
He slides his hands into his pockets again and meets the kid's eyes steadily.
"I don't hate ya, kid. For one, that's way too much work for a guy like me." He laughs. Little joke there.
Couched in the stilted phraseology, the overly-formal ways of putting the words, he can see quite clearly somethin' that he's - he's pretty sure ain't a trick. Ain't a means of lowering his guard. Is somethin' genuine. Maybe not love, but maybe not LOVE either.
"Yeah, heh." His eyesockets shutter closed for a moment and open again, his smile strange and surprised and - fuck, and sincere maybe. Shouldn't open yourself up like that Sans. Just makes it easier to get hurt. "You and me both, I think."
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How did they get here, huh? He looks at 'em and he doesn't say anything for a long time, because - heh, because what've they got here? Tricks, jokes, traps, sidestepping around the issues, always evasive, always dodging, the both of them. Playing mind games and word association and barely-concealed threats and tentative testing of the waters as they try to discern one another's limits.
It is easier not to care.
Fuck, they're right. For a long time he put most of his eggs in one person. And that one person ain't really always gonna be there, huh?
And it'd be easier, far easier, in the long run, if they didn't have to just - be on their toes all the time. Constantly second-guessing. Constantly discerning ulterior motives. Nah, far better to know where they stand with one another.
He slides his hands into his pockets again and meets the kid's eyes steadily.
"I don't hate ya, kid. For one, that's way too much work for a guy like me." He laughs. Little joke there.
Couched in the stilted phraseology, the overly-formal ways of putting the words, he can see quite clearly somethin' that he's - he's pretty sure ain't a trick. Ain't a means of lowering his guard. Is somethin' genuine. Maybe not love, but maybe not LOVE either.
"Yeah, heh." His eyesockets shutter closed for a moment and open again, his smile strange and surprised and - fuck, and sincere maybe. Shouldn't open yourself up like that Sans. Just makes it easier to get hurt. "You and me both, I think."