"Yeah?" Sans' voice is pitched quieter than usual, his typical jokey meter flattening out into something more serious. Less like himself, in many ways -- or at least less like the self he deigns to show others.

Talking to her like this, it reminds Sans more than a little of talking to Frisk. That fear, the wish to not hurt those around them, those they love... it's difficult to not draw parallels.

"You wanna talk about it?"