SEND ME “YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE” FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS DYING IN THEIR ARMS | x
Sans honestly didn’t expect for Gerson’s death to strike him the way it did. The skeleton was silent, holding the older one in his arms and staring with remorse- usually grin gone, and eyes darkened. Tears brimmed in the rims of them, but he didn’t bother to raise his sleeves to scrub them away, fingers trembling as he kept them close.
He hadn’t expected to be the one to see it, either. Of all people, he’d expect the shopkeeper to die with someone closer- to be with someone who had spent more time with him, to at least know someone who would know the perfect spot to spread his ashes.
“H-Hey,” Sans stuttered, entirely out of his element. God, he hated this. To see Gerson- who was certainly older, but always full of so much energy and near mischief like this- “You’ve done an amazing job, y’know?”
It hadn’t even occurred to Sans what in the world he would do, but his whole body shook lightly, trying to bite back what tears he had. His words were so insignificant and weak here- they held no importance, no promise, and they were not the words Gerson deserved to hear last. He deserved so much better and Sans felt horrible knowing he could do nothing.
“...We’re going to miss ya. I’m sorry I can’t do more for you, but I’ll make sure.. I’ll make sure you’re not forgotten, alright? That’s the least I could do here.”
