What? [His answer comes so quick, and so eerily caught off guard, it surprises even Sans. He shakes off the feeling, shaking his head reflexively.] Nah, nah, I mean. He's fine. He's here, isn't he?

[It's not exactly the convincing lie he intends it to be, and Sans deflates a little rather than force it further.]

... Well, the truth's a little more complicated. [A beat, a smile.] Let's just say I got an idea of what you're going through.