"Sit down." He doesn't mean it to come off commanding, but it does anyway. The more words Lara piles on, hinting at a reality Sans guessed at but never wanted to fathom, the more his focus narrows. He's got two choices -- shut down, or take some semblance of charge.

It's a credit to their closeness that Sans, for once, opts to put in effort instead.

"One, two, breathe." He instructs, guiding her down to the edge of the hallway. It's a little silly, maybe, sitting in the middle of the hall like this, but Sans hardly seems concerned. He does this all the time, after all. "If you pass out on me I'm not gonna have the faintest idea what to do, kiddo."