"Seems to me that's the last thing he should be riding you about." Not harassing strangers might be a better place to start. But oh, Wash can see that Sans is enjoying this. That stupid, placid smile on his face as he leans forward like that... Goddammit, that just makes this more frustrating. He could so easily walk away and be done with this, too, and yet here he is, still arguing with a skeleton.

What has happened to his life?

"No, I hadn't. We've never even met before. If I'm special to you in some way, I don't think I want to know how."