Seeing Frisk is both a pleasure and somewhat uncomfortable. He's not used to the child seeing him at his worst, and yet they'd had front row seats to his mini-meltdown. So much for reinventing their strained relationship, with him in the role of distant yet kind nebulous-older-relative.

Ah well.

"This?" Sans shrugs off the question, chuckling. "Nothing these old bones can't handle."