"Easy, easy." Sans held up a hand, most if not all of the aggression he started with fizzling out to a dull ember. So this is how it was. Sans had contingency plans upon contingency plans for every situation. He knew where he was supposed to be. Now, the world suddenly seemed... large again.

Sans somehow felt even smaller than usual, and he was tiny to begin with.

"It's not an order, chief. It's... heh, I dunno." Suns rubs the inside of his left socket, chuckling weakly. "A request, I guess?"

Ribs rise, ribs fall, and somehow Sans feels as if his bones might crack if he so much as think too hard about the implications of what he's learning.

Quietly, "I meant that stuff about... me. Not asking you to forget I'm a piece of shit, and I guess I owe you a favor now, but if you could just forget what I told you about me I'd appreciate it. Or not. I dunno if I even care either way, wouldja believe that? Yeesh. Talk about bonedoggled."