Asriel Dreemurr

So stay I shall.

[Mettaton floats closer, hesitantly, then closes the remainder of the distance between them and leans against Asriel. This time, there's a faint solidity as he uses his magic to give him the ability to touch. He can't feel it, really. But he can touch.]

Mm, Clu? I feel as if I should be far more familiar with him than I am. Still, I ought to be grateful he helped you, and if you think he can help you again, then you should ask. Whatever can help you heal.