It's all right if it takes Sans a while to figure out where he's going, Greg figures, plucking away. Talking things out is sometimes the best way to get to it yourself, and listening isn't hard.

Even though Greg has to bite down an objection, he lets him figure out his point. Greg sure can't figure out what he's getting at, and now he wants to know, because if Sans is hoping to convince him he's not a good person, he's got a long way to--

Sans drops that bomb, and the melody twangs to a startled halt. What? When? Tonight? But that's... he couldn't mean...

His hands don't shake when he plays. He starts again, the music disjointed and halting, but it's still music. Anything, to keep himself calm.

"So?" Greg's voice cracks. "Why are you telling me this?"