Greg gives a laugh completely lacking in any sort of humor. "Well, I made it pretty hard for you. You might be a skeleton, but I was the one who didn't have a brain."

There's enough self blame to share between the two of them. Greg looks at his hands, folded on the table before him. He feels so stupid about so, so many things.

When he speaks again, his voice is quiet, and a little bit rough. "How are you doing, Sans?"