[He looks up into Mettaton's eyes, a little surprised. He didn't know Mettaton missed it. He always figured Mettaton was happier like this, with no one else in his soul.]
really?
[The following months had proven that the soul connection wasn't the only connection they had. There had been something nice about that, about exploring their relationship while essentially "alone." It had felt...less desperate somehow. Less muddled. But they've got things better figured out now, so...it feels safer to admit to himself how much he's been missing that feeling.]
[And apparently Mettaton has been missing it as well. He feels Mettaton's soul move in its container, like it's trying to reach him.]
[It's one thing that Mettaton misses it. It's entirely another thing when Mettaton asks if Sans wants to do it again.]
[It was to save his life last time. It was necessary. He always figured that Mettaton never would have done it if Sans's life hadn't been on the line. There's been that thread of guilt, like...like sure, the three of them had consented, but the situation had been dire. It wasn't really a choice that Alphys or Mettaton made entirely freely.]
[He's conflicted for a moment, because he can feel his soul practically rear up in his chest like a moth fluttering against glass. Such a weak little thing, so eager for anything to help fill the emptiness. Sans wants it, and like always, there's the immediate guilt for wanting anything, especially when it's wanting something from someone else.]
[But Mettaton wants it too. Hell, he looks almost nervous. Like he wasn't sure if it was right to ask. And it's then that Sans remembers to be nervous himself, because it will mean exposing his soul, and--]
[And there's a grand total of three people that Sans would trust with his soul. Mettaton is one of them.]
[And he remembers how it felt last time, being surrounded by that much love and trust, feeling whole and warm and not alone.]
yes. [It's like saying it out loud solidifies his decision and Sans leans forward a little, eyesockets a bit wide.] yeah, i really--i've wanted--ever since we were...separated, i've wanted to--to be like that again. i just...didn't want to push it, and i thought maybe you were...happier. and...i think, uh...
[Well, now he's blushing, dammit.]
it felt--important, that we...yanno, that we were still together even without it, and that we've come this far, and i...i didn't want to ruin that. but yeah. if you're really okay with it...
[He presses a little harder against Mettaton's soul chamber and looks down at the little heart shape shining against the glass. He finds Mettaton's hand and laces their fingers together.]
fjdskal
really?
[The following months had proven that the soul connection wasn't the only connection they had. There had been something nice about that, about exploring their relationship while essentially "alone." It had felt...less desperate somehow. Less muddled. But they've got things better figured out now, so...it feels safer to admit to himself how much he's been missing that feeling.]
[And apparently Mettaton has been missing it as well. He feels Mettaton's soul move in its container, like it's trying to reach him.]
[It's one thing that Mettaton misses it. It's entirely another thing when Mettaton asks if Sans wants to do it again.]
[It was to save his life last time. It was necessary. He always figured that Mettaton never would have done it if Sans's life hadn't been on the line. There's been that thread of guilt, like...like sure, the three of them had consented, but the situation had been dire. It wasn't really a choice that Alphys or Mettaton made entirely freely.]
[He's conflicted for a moment, because he can feel his soul practically rear up in his chest like a moth fluttering against glass. Such a weak little thing, so eager for anything to help fill the emptiness. Sans wants it, and like always, there's the immediate guilt for wanting anything, especially when it's wanting something from someone else.]
[But Mettaton wants it too. Hell, he looks almost nervous. Like he wasn't sure if it was right to ask. And it's then that Sans remembers to be nervous himself, because it will mean exposing his soul, and--]
[And there's a grand total of three people that Sans would trust with his soul. Mettaton is one of them.]
[And he remembers how it felt last time, being surrounded by that much love and trust, feeling whole and warm and not alone.]
yes. [It's like saying it out loud solidifies his decision and Sans leans forward a little, eyesockets a bit wide.] yeah, i really--i've wanted--ever since we were...separated, i've wanted to--to be like that again. i just...didn't want to push it, and i thought maybe you were...happier. and...i think, uh...
[Well, now he's blushing, dammit.]
it felt--important, that we...yanno, that we were still together even without it, and that we've come this far, and i...i didn't want to ruin that. but yeah. if you're really okay with it...
[He presses a little harder against Mettaton's soul chamber and looks down at the little heart shape shining against the glass. He finds Mettaton's hand and laces their fingers together.]
i want to be with you again.