"Tell me about it," Sans replies in agreement, ignoring the fact that Psii's comment wasn't really intending to agree with him at all. Sans isn't totally stuck in the same place he was three years ago, but its easy to fall back into that way of thinking, like a pair of comfortable old shoes.

Sometimes it really is a problem, he thinks.

"But you know me," Sans says, and this time he's the one to look away, also glancing at the dog as he pats his hand against its skull. "I like to relax."