[ He's gone somewhere else, she can tell just from the barest shift in his expression. Is that what she looked like? It's a little unnerving. Somewhere just beyond her attention, the Sans-who-isn't laughs, loud and derisive.
But that's all right. Miles can't hear him. Whatever he's seeing now, it's just the two of them in this room. She just wishes, rather desperately, that she knew what to say. She squeezes his hand. ]
Do you-- Do you ever lose track of what's real? [ And is that even a question she should have asked? She wishes she knew how to be like him, how to tug him back from whatever edge he's listing towards. ]
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But that's all right. Miles can't hear him. Whatever he's seeing now, it's just the two of them in this room. She just wishes, rather desperately, that she knew what to say. She squeezes his hand. ]
Do you-- Do you ever lose track of what's real? [ And is that even a question she should have asked? She wishes she knew how to be like him, how to tug him back from whatever edge he's listing towards. ]