[He looks surprised. Mettaton tries to not let his nerves shine through at that.]
Yes. Really.
[He missed the closeness, the feeling of him and Alphys and Sans all as a big, warm trio. He missed the feeling of being supported no matter what, knowing they would be there for him regardless.
Sans is quiet for what feels like a lifetime, Mettaton's soul glowing and his fans whirring as he waits for an answer. He's already gearing himself up in case Sans says no. If he says no, it's fine. He'll just have to touch and press and feel Sans so much that his adoration for him cannot be denied even if it can't be directly felt. When Sans says yes he relaxes, his soul glowing even brighter. They haven't even resonated yet, but it feels like he can feel Sans's tentative magic reaching out for his own.]
Losing you from my soul felt like losing a part of myself, darling.
[An honest truth. He's not taking it back.]
I thought that perhaps us not connecting like that again would allow me to keep my distance from you and not complicate our friendship and whatnot.
[He lays his body flush with Sans, grinning softly as he strokes his cheek.]
As you can tell, that plan did not work in the least. I just couldn't resist you. You, ah, "pulled me into your orbit" as they say.
[He lets out a soft sigh as Sans presses harder against his soul chamber. His magic arcs out, gently touching his finger tips where they lay against the glass.]
Ok.
[He braces himself with one hand pressed into the bed next to Sans's skull and pushes himself up, reaching down with his other hand to the container. There's a small moment of hesitation, one that Sans most definitely sees, but Mettaton looks to his eye sockets in a silent request for comfort and then laughs a bit, opening the container promptly and gently guiding his soul out to float between the two of them.]
Do you... do you want to hold it? I trust you.
[More than anything in the world, he thinks to himself.]
What was that? Did you order more gay?
Yes. Really.
[He missed the closeness, the feeling of him and Alphys and Sans all as a big, warm trio. He missed the feeling of being supported no matter what, knowing they would be there for him regardless.
Sans is quiet for what feels like a lifetime, Mettaton's soul glowing and his fans whirring as he waits for an answer. He's already gearing himself up in case Sans says no. If he says no, it's fine. He'll just have to touch and press and feel Sans so much that his adoration for him cannot be denied even if it can't be directly felt. When Sans says yes he relaxes, his soul glowing even brighter. They haven't even resonated yet, but it feels like he can feel Sans's tentative magic reaching out for his own.]
Losing you from my soul felt like losing a part of myself, darling.
[An honest truth. He's not taking it back.]
I thought that perhaps us not connecting like that again would allow me to keep my distance from you and not complicate our friendship and whatnot.
[He lays his body flush with Sans, grinning softly as he strokes his cheek.]
As you can tell, that plan did not work in the least. I just couldn't resist you. You, ah, "pulled me into your orbit" as they say.
[He lets out a soft sigh as Sans presses harder against his soul chamber. His magic arcs out, gently touching his finger tips where they lay against the glass.]
Ok.
[He braces himself with one hand pressed into the bed next to Sans's skull and pushes himself up, reaching down with his other hand to the container. There's a small moment of hesitation, one that Sans most definitely sees, but Mettaton looks to his eye sockets in a silent request for comfort and then laughs a bit, opening the container promptly and gently guiding his soul out to float between the two of them.]
Do you... do you want to hold it? I trust you.
[More than anything in the world, he thinks to himself.]