PUBLIC CHANNEL -- DAY 138

[dorkypantsuit]

[He feels like shit, but he is still a supervisor...]

Mandatory check-in.

Name, department, and health status.

Comments

[osteothropy]

How about your health status, wise guy? You were unconscious five minutes ago.

[dorkypantsuit]

[Sans...]

I feel like shit.

But that's nothing new, considering.

[osteothropy]

[He sighs, but it's more gentle than something born out of frustration or anger.]

That's goin' around this month, huh? That fae turned the rock into cobblestone with your face.

But... hey. Here's your check in:

'Sans. Warden. Pretty okay.'

[dorkypantsuit]

[That's a nice change of pace when it comes to Sans sighing around him, at least.]

Thanks.

[He wants to apologize again, but he didn't even really do anything. It just feels like he did. Oh... What the hell.]

I'm sorry.

[osteothropy]

Hey.

[From his tone, it seems like he's saying that to deflect the apology, for now.]

All of this is complicated. I get that.

Think we could talk later?

[Both to give Psi some time to rest, and also for Sans to not have to talk about it on the fucking radio.]

[dorkypantsuit]

Yeah. Okay.

Later then.