He'd heard Sans' tune building to something while he talked, but it's not until Sans speaks that it clicks into something J recognizes. He's heard this before: in a dream, when Sans was upset and suspicious and ready to wipe the floor with him. It's not as bad as J knows it can be, but that doesn't make it good.
He shifts when that tune ramps up - shoulders back, leaning away from Sans just a bit. It's unconscious, and a small movement, but it'll be more than enough to tip off anyone who's watching. J does not like where this conversation is going.
That doesn't mean he gets an easy way out of it. "No. There was no point. I can't fix something that ain't there." It's the truth; it's also probably something Sans will not want to hear.
There's something to be said for Agent 3's theory, especially given the soul crystals they've stashed in a closet in the apartment; he'll address it when he's certain Sans isn't going to try to kill him. Priorities.
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He shifts when that tune ramps up - shoulders back, leaning away from Sans just a bit. It's unconscious, and a small movement, but it'll be more than enough to tip off anyone who's watching. J does not like where this conversation is going.
That doesn't mean he gets an easy way out of it. "No. There was no point. I can't fix something that ain't there." It's the truth; it's also probably something Sans will not want to hear.
There's something to be said for Agent 3's theory, especially given the soul crystals they've stashed in a closet in the apartment; he'll address it when he's certain Sans isn't going to try to kill him. Priorities.