"He didn't tell me much, y'know." Sans presses gently, trying to take on a companionable tone -- it does a poor job of masking his worry. "If he had, I probably wouldn't have hightailed it over here to ask you what's up. Don't think it's concern, T, I'm just a big gossip. Heh..."

It's a weak, obviously untrue joke and Sans delivers it poorly. His posture dips, slouch putting his skull a little closer to her.

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."