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Date: 2017-05-24 08:03 am (UTC)[Asriel's hesitant, but he climbs up where Mettaton is seated. There's nothing he can say to help him. God, what could he even say? Inconvenient timing or not, it would be easy to interpret losing someone as some kind of punishment for being on the Outpost.
He reaches up a hand, carefully, to place on top of Mettaton's. Hoping it'll get him to stop picking at his neck.]