[Asriel isn't sure what to say. In a moment like this, Toriel would be comforting. Frisk and Papyrus would have something encouraging to say. Sans would... uh, probably have a joke ready. But nothing really feels right, and Asriel realizes maybe he should just stay quiet and let Mettaton do all the sobbing he wants to do.
His arms wrap around the little ghost, and while Mettaton is sobbing loudly into his shirt, Asriel takes the opportunity to get his own crying out. He's not really sure if he'll ever stop crying when it always seemed to feel so bad, when he always felt so scared and hurt, but... this helped.
Asriel's cries aren't as loud, but he closes his eyes and doesn't try to hold back the flow of tears anymore. They start to pool on the floor as he holds Mettaton close.
It wasn't okay. Nothing about what they've gone through is okay. But it was all right to feel this.]
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His arms wrap around the little ghost, and while Mettaton is sobbing loudly into his shirt, Asriel takes the opportunity to get his own crying out. He's not really sure if he'll ever stop crying when it always seemed to feel so bad, when he always felt so scared and hurt, but... this helped.
Asriel's cries aren't as loud, but he closes his eyes and doesn't try to hold back the flow of tears anymore. They start to pool on the floor as he holds Mettaton close.
It wasn't okay. Nothing about what they've gone through is okay. But it was all right to feel this.]