Things I think about and need to get out of my system since I don’t think I’ll be able to have this scene in the thing I’m planning =V
He told her everything. It wasn't something that he planned to do, no. It just happened.
She found him after he gave her the key to his room- as if this whole thing wasn't convoluted enough- and handed him the drawing he had stashed away. One thing led to another, and now here they were. In his room, sitting next to each other on his bed, and the look on her face was one that he never wanted to see again.
She started muttering, asking how he could handle all that. Watching Papyrus and everybody else die, over and over. Her breath caught in her throat, and she started to cry.
Comfort was never his strong suit; he dealt with his pain with jokes and deflecting, but that didn't work in this situation. He watched her crying turn to sobs, and listened patiently as she spoke through her tears.
She couldn't imagine how she would have felt if she were in his place, she said. Just the thought of seeing somebody kill her sister once, and then it happening over and over, sporadically, no defined pattern to find that would make it easier.
He had long since taken his hands out of his pockets, and they rested in fists on his knees, the lights in his eyes gone out. It was a mistake, telling her. But she had been so persistent. She wanted to help, she said, and to do that she had to know everything.
He didn't notice that her sobs had subsided, lost in his own thoughts. Not until he felt her place her hand over one of his.
He looked up at that, and stared into her tear-stained face. She said she was sorry that he had to go through all that by himself.
Then she smiled, just a little, and told him how much she admired his bravery. And somehow that was what did it.
He turned his gaze to the floor as the floodgates broke, his fist tightening in her gentle grip. She didn't say anything, and he was glad for it. She just held his hand, and after a pause, she leaned her head against his shoulder.
They stayed that way until he brought a sleeve up to wipe at his sockets. She released her hold on him - strange, how cold it became once it was gone - and got to her feet. She stood in front of him, placed her hands on his cheeks, and made him look up at her.
We're going to fix this, she said. Older siblings had to look out for each other.
At that moment he almost wished she could see her Soul outside of battle. Because it was glowing in a way that he had only seen a small number of times before... And his Soul was reacting to it against his will.
He let out a sigh, and closed his eyes, resting a hand against one of hers. She twitched at the contact, and the grin that was forever on his face grew at that knowledge. He would have to make use of that later.
Yeah, he said. Gotta look out for each other.
