[That prompts a faint laugh, a whuff of a chuckle that leaves him shaking his skull in wistful exhaustion. Asking Sans for advice? Sans? C'mon, everybody knows that's just a recipe for disaster.]

C'mon, kiddo. We both know askin' me for advice is bound to take us down a dark and ruinous road.

[His shoulders shift in a vague shrug that don't get much further than its initial pull and drop.]

I dunno, kid. I'm muddlin' through all this, same as you. Same as anyone. And you and I both know - I'm gonna keep makin' mistakes.

['Cause that's just kinda what he's best at, ain't it?

This whole giving a damn thing is tough work.]