[Even in such little time, Mettaton manages to tie the trash bag closed and take a seat on the floor, his head bowed. Once the other ex-monster shows up with napkins, he cleans himself up a little, then lets out a tired sigh.]

Sorry to have worried you, darling. I'm a little better now. I didn't realize such an unpleasant experience could actually end in feeling even marginally less ill.

[He tries to smile, but it's a little awkward.]

And...I am sorry for being overdramatic. I shouldn't have texted you that way. You were just the first person I could think to trust.