[Oh... That didn't land at all, did it? Or it landed too well and struck a very bad chord. Mettaton tilts his head, watching the change of expression with interest. Which one was it...?

Whichever one it was, Fugo's leaving. Sad. He was having so much fun getting to know him. Ah well. Mettaton offers him a patient smile, pressing a hand to his own mouth before blowing a kiss.]

I am. Don't worry about this little corner of heaven, sweetheart; I've got it handled.

You take care of yourself, now.