[ miles' brow creases, but he shrugs with a slightly tired smile. he turns his palm up against hers and gives it a gentle squeeze before withdrawing his hand. ]
I'm fine. Well, as fine as I can be, after today.
[ having to break the news to papyrus -- or rather disrupt his delusion -- had been difficult enough. it was like telling a child, in some ways. and reporting this the captains, and then the hours of clammy-palmed pacing in his office to slow down the dizzying carousel his speeding brain before he could bring himself to text lara. and his own hurt, which he's been neglecting all day in favor of tending to others' -- would still prefer to neglect, at least until lara is gone. because, lest he forget, sans was -- is a friend to miles too. one he shares an unusual relationship with, granted, but there is one to begin with. an odd thing to persist, after his last conversation with sans, immediately after chara's death, but there was more truth in sans' tired answers than in any exchange they'd had to date.
y'know, there's a word for people like you, buddy. -- oh? yeah. a great pal.
despite sans' flippant air that rivals miles', there wasn't a trace of sarcasm in that. it makes his chest hurt a little to think about, and miles determinedly pushes that away. miles rubs his face and wonders how, exactly, he became the go-to guy for dealing with death and murder on this ship. ]
Just tired, I think. Long day. I didn't sleep much last night.
[ or in the last week. he's been spending remarkably little time in his cabin, and -- he has to admit -- way too much time in his office. he's really starting to hate it. ]
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I'm fine. Well, as fine as I can be, after today.
[ having to break the news to papyrus -- or rather disrupt his delusion -- had been difficult enough. it was like telling a child, in some ways. and reporting this the captains, and then the hours of clammy-palmed pacing in his office to slow down the dizzying carousel his speeding brain before he could bring himself to text lara. and his own hurt, which he's been neglecting all day in favor of tending to others' -- would still prefer to neglect, at least until lara is gone. because, lest he forget, sans was -- is a friend to miles too. one he shares an unusual relationship with, granted, but there is one to begin with. an odd thing to persist, after his last conversation with sans, immediately after chara's death, but there was more truth in sans' tired answers than in any exchange they'd had to date.
y'know, there's a word for people like you, buddy.
-- oh?
yeah. a great pal.
despite sans' flippant air that rivals miles', there wasn't a trace of sarcasm in that. it makes his chest hurt a little to think about, and miles determinedly pushes that away. miles rubs his face and wonders how, exactly, he became the go-to guy for dealing with death and murder on this ship. ]
Just tired, I think. Long day. I didn't sleep much last night.
[ or in the last week. he's been spending remarkably little time in his cabin, and -- he has to admit -- way too much time in his office. he's really starting to hate it. ]