There was a better way for this to go, Greg's sure of it. It feels like a loss for things to end here, right now--for once, tonight, he would have liked something to go right. To come out of a conversation feeling better instead of worse. Knowing he has a friend on his side would make this mess seem... not better, but bearable. He supposes he botched that chance.

There's an opportunity, as Sans walks away, to call out again. They can keep trying, until they get it right. Greg doesn't want to be alone.

It's too much, though. He knows it. On top of everything else tonight, this is too messy to navigate. He owes Sans a clear head, a proper response, and he's just too tired to handle that right now.

"Later," he murmurs, likely too quiet for Sans to hear. They'll figure it out. Just not tonight.