"Heh, well. I won't judge ya. Everybody's got their reasons." Sans shrugs, not shying away from the touch. It's rare, for people to want to touch him. The lack of skin was a bit of a problem for most, or at least Sans assumed from how uncomfortable most people seemed when they first met him.

Then again, Furiosa and the skeleton worshiping culture she came from were cut from an entirely different cloth. It's a rare feeling, being this genuinely comfortable with a human with this much LOVE, but Sans isn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Same as you ended up a human, I was born one. Not really much to flesh out, heh."