[This is a lot of emotion. It's not like Sans doesn't expect it from other people, it's just that he can't imagine what he's ever done to warrant it from Haru despite just generally being in her presence. He's made a habit of keeping the others at arms length. He can count the people he's been emotionally honest with on two fingers.

But now she's practically crying with rage because of his stupid arms, and he just doesn't know what to do with it. Even he doesn't feel that alarmed about it. It's just something he has to deal with now, he thinks. Just another thing trying to get in his way, to stop him from making it to the end.

She's freaking out for the wrong reasons, though, and he has to set that straight.]

Slow down, kid. Nobody...well, nobody hurt me to make them like this. It...just kind of crumbled under the pressure, is all.

[He clasps his other hand around his wrist, trying to hold his arm still.]

Nobody can know about this, Haru. Trust me.