He watches Sans very carefully for a moment, still picking at the strings. "Sounds like you're trying to tell yourself something."

Greg can't entirely relate to the full extent of what Sans is saying, for a number of reasons neither is aware of. The idea of it connects, though. Weird thoughts or urges that he can't figure the intent behind, an inexplicable certainty of what he ought to do. Most often, around Steven. Tiger.

Up until tonight, he thought it was him being weird. Now he wishes he'd paid attention sooner. Greg looks away.

"We're all learning a lot of weird stuff today."