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[She bites at her bottom lip, pouring some of the batter into the pan, and it sizzles to fill the silence.]

Oh. So...

[She doesn't know what to say here. There's gotta be more to this story.]

... What happened? After t-that?

[What does she think happened? It's...well, he ain't real sure how much she's pieced together. About what leads a couple of kids to climb a mountain. About why one of their doubles bragged about, if he wanted to do right by Chara, he should've gutted them on the spot.

Might be she has her suspicions. She's intuitive when she wants to be.

No point in hiding it, yeah? Can't burn the bridge more than he already has. He already posited it anonymously to the cave at large.

God but they hate him for that.

They should.]

They figured they'd take a leaf outta the old doc's book.

[She's quiet, painfully so. Doesn't want to believe the things she had put together, wants herself to be wrong, but she always ends up right when she doesn't want to. She turns to face him, letting the pan sizzle in the background as she searches for the right words.]

... I guess it's good we, uhm... don't have a CORE here, or, a-anything. But that's still... I'm sorry. That all of that, uhm, h-happened, with you, and... everything.

[And that, for the most part, she did nothing about it.]

[Good thing, right? Yeah. Real good. Knowing the two of 'em, he's got no doubt that they'd figure a way for it to work at some point or another. Real determined. The way humans are.

The space between them is quiet but for the hiss of heating batter. He's just...takin' up all her time with his story, his problems. Again. This is why he has that policy of his, see. The one where he don't tell anyone anything. 'Cause you get "sorry," you get apologies, you get pity, you get - wasting people's time, just 'cause you're not the best guy for the job. Just 'cause you are the way you are. No fixing it. No changing it.

No cure for that.]

I cleaned their place out.

[The words are clipped, dull. Why the hell's he still talking, anyway? May as well be on autopilot.]

Took away the only hope they had.

[She wears at her lip as he speaks, flipping the pancake as he does, but her response is almost too immediate when he finishes.]

That's not... h-hope, Sans. Erasing yourself to get away from your problems isn't hope.

[She should know.

Really, they both do.]

... You didn't do something wrong in stopping them. It's not... what they wanted, I mean, just b-because they wanted it doesn't make it right.

[That's...kinda the bottom line. Right? Good for the long term, but for the short term, he ain't gonna get anything from either kid but grief and betrayal. They'll hate him for it, no question.]

Yeah. Yeah, I know. But they don't.

[That had to be it, didn't it? The last. The final, sustained action. The one that took them over the edge and scrubbed away any need to do, to be, anything else. If failure's the only option, they might as well extrapolate that, take it to its logical conclusion.

He ever given 'em a reason to stick around?]

I dunno if they'll ever...

[Stupid, right?

Who the hell is he to beg anyone's forgiveness?]

[She's quiet, for another few beats. Just long enough to slip the pancake onto a plate and to take the pan off the burner. She needs to be looking at him for this. Not distracted. So she turns, tries to force herself to meet his eyes.]

It's not your fault, what... what t-they feel. You did what you had to, to.... to save them. That matters.

[And... she knows they'll see that. Eventually.]

Whether they forgive you, or, o-or not, it's... what you did was important, and good. Dying isn't the answer. No matter what.

[What's he doing.

She's got enough to worry about, don't she? She's got enough on her plate, figuratively and literally. And here he is, addin' to her pile of problems with his own whine-worthy whinging.]

...thanks, Alph.

[The words're quiet, and his hands drop onto the tabletop.]

Sorry. Shouldn't'a...you gotta enough to worry about.

No, Sans, I...

[Uuuuugh damnit why does she never know what to say. That wasn't right. She can tell. He's shifted, closing off from her again. Damnit. Damnit.]

I want to help, I just don't... I don't know how, and, it's...

[And well, she's been a scared mess on the ground about so much as accidentally seeing Chara across a room since the event.]

... Y-You shouldn't have to do this alone.

[Bigger heart than she knows what to do with, Alphys. He's got no right to do this to her, makin' her feel like she's obligated to help in some way, even after the kid killed her for god's sake. He's got no right to do any of this, draggin' his problems through the mud in front of her, like she don't have problems of her own.

Like they don't take precedence.]

Well, uh...you shouldn't have to be alone either. [The rasp of bone across the temporal region of his skull as he scratches at it, an improbable, unnecessary reflex. Stalling for time.] Never really talked to you 'bout...a lotta things. 'Bout Chara. And...everything.

I didn't talk to you about a l-lot of things either. I should've told you what happened, back home, before it... it c-came out here. I should've said something.

[The words tumble out too quickly, too much. They're both tripping over each other in apologies and no solutions. Dodging their problems and accidentally running into each other at the crossroads.]

I've made mistakes. Not being honest with you, or t-trusting you. I want to... do better.

[His hand drops down, clacking against the table surface as he braces the butt of a bony palm against one supraorbital ridge, knotting it down with the screwing shut of one eyesocket.]

Turns out...we ain't so good at talkin' about things. Guess I just got so used to there not bein' a real point in talkin' about things that I figured - why bother, right?

[Why even try.]

[They're both creatures of habit. Motions they both make to calm themselves, old coping mechanisms, failsafes now outdated but with no replacement. Aren't used to other people understanding. Aren't used to even having the option of reaching out.]

Heh, y-yeah. I spent... so long in the lab, not being able to tell anyone, I guess I just... there weren't, uhm, p-people to reach out to, you know?

There should'a been.

[That's on him, ain't it? Seems like a lotta things are, these days, but who's he to tussle with that notion? Makes sense. There should've been people to reach out to. If he'd been there, if he'd given a damn, if he'd tried, just for the cursory nature of it.

He could've. Should have.]

...there's no excuse. For me. For not checkin' up on you.

[She's... actually a little taken aback. That time was so cemented as loneliness, as hiding, it... seems entirely foreign that there was ever an option of someone else being there.]

I mean, I didn't... r-really make myself approachable, you know? You had no reason to think anything was, uhm, wrong. It wasn't your business.

C'mon, Alph. [She makes excuses for him, like he don't do a good enough job of that on his own. A faint laugh, utterly devoid of humor, and he can't quite look her in the eye.]

If I'd checked in, maybe I'd know somethin' was up. Sent a text. Called.

Done something.

Well, I mean, still, I... I should've said something. I kept the doors locked. Didn't a-answer my phone.

[Of course she'll make excuses. She'll make excuses for everyone but herself. What happened down there was uniquely her fault, wasn't it? No one could have pulled her out of that.]

It's not like you could've... I d-don't know. Done some amazing magic and fixed all of it, even if you knew.

Yeah.

[Not like he could'a fixed it. Not like he could'a undone whatever it is she...the things she was so scared of everyone knowing that her double had to be the one to yank the coverlet off the big reveal. Not like hearin' it from her had made any of it better, more bearable.

Wouldn't've made a difference.

But if it was before...before things went to hell, before the anomaly slammed into their lives and spun a recursion so tangled he could never find it in him to unpack it, that would'a changed things, it would'a ensured that their t₀ was better than it was.

No point in fretting over what you can't change. Not now.]

I got no clue what I could'a done. [But he could have at least tried, couldn't he?] But if somethin' happens here, you can at least...you can tell me about it.

['Cause he's just such a fucking well-adjusted rock of sensitivity and capability. Right?]

[She doesn't know how to explain to him what those words mean to her. Alphys pretends she's good at being alone- she's done it so much, she's pushed forward so far, gotten so much done by herself. But she's not. She never has been. She thrives on the encouragement of friends, the comfort of strangers, a smile at a crucial moment, an outstretched hand. All she ever needed was someone else.

But to hear he wants to try too... it's indescribable. The most valuable thing he's ever said.]

You t-too. I mean, if you need it, I...

I appreciate it. Really. And I want to... I want to be m-more open with you, too.

[As if she isn't also an emotional disaster.]

[Look at the two of 'em, right? Regular champions of not saying anything to each other, and not knowing how to broach topics of discussion. As if either of 'em have any kind of reliable metric for how a healthy discussion is meant to work.]

Well, uh...let's work on that.

[It's not much, but it's something. It's the barest effort. The bare minimum of decency.]

I'll - work on that.

We both can.

[She doesn't know how to approach this. Knows he doesn't either. But they're trying. They've both said they're willing to try. That's a step, however small. She lets the silence hang for a few moments, looking towards the counter.]

Uh, well, I made... one p-pancake. If you want it. I guess there's more batter to put stuff in 'em, if we uh, wanted to.

[Seems...pretty characteristic of both of 'em, actually. A meandering conversation full of regrets without any solutions presenting themselves, and a single sad pancake between the pair of 'em.

He'd laugh, but just now, that'd seem like a cruelty.]

Heh. Well, uh...I'll call that a win. 'S good enough, yeah?

[It probably represents them pretty well. They're... bad at solutions. Bad at fixing.

Maybe can get better. Even one pancake is more than no pancakes, right?]

Yeah. I t-think so.

... Thanks again. For talking to me, uh, about this.

...thanks for, uh. For listening.

[The least he can do is talk and listen after dumping all that shit on her shoulders the night prior. He's already full of regrets as far as everything else is concerned.

But at least he ain't screwed this up too much. Yet.]

Of course.

[The least she can do is listen when he comes to her for help. She already wishes she could've done better.

It'll have to be close enough.]

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