Okay... Okay. [She's half agreeing, half calming herself down. Texting Chara and Sans seems like a good place to start. She's starting to feel a little bit more like she has a chance to correct things.]
I should go and send out those texts. [A big sigh.] Sorry again.
[She knows how unkind Alex can be about certain things, and she knows how hard it is for him to be sympathetic. So she must be a real mess if he's going out of his way to calm her down, despite the static, which she is just starting to really notice.]
Right. [There's sarcasm in her tone, but it's gone a moment later. No need to be frustrated at him, too.] I'll... try to keep that in mind.
[Diverting the blame off someone else's shoulders isn't a talent that comes naturally to him, nor does being at all consoling. But he's dealt with worse, or so he's set on believing, and he's not about to just sit and let Max tear herself up about this. He's not that heartless.]
Sans'll work it out, okay?
[And Alex will take some...ill-advised action, if necessary.]
God I hope so. I hope Chara's just... crazy or something, but not murder-crazy.
[Seriously, how does she always get involved in all the insane stuff? She wants to curl up in some corner and just... let the emotions wrack her for a while, then fade away. But she can't even stand still.]
You too. [Maybe it'll all come out okay - weeks of paranoia and lack of sleep have probably just set her on edge. Alex could be feeling the same way. Maybe it's all just some overreaction.
She's not sure she has the privilege to believe in things like that anymore, but at least it's comforting.]
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[Voice]
I should go and send out those texts. [A big sigh.] Sorry again.
[Voice]
[Well, no. He can't just keep saying it'll be okay when he has no guarantee of that. He chews on his lip for a moment, internally debating.]
You were being strung along. S'not your fault.
[Voice]
Right. [There's sarcasm in her tone, but it's gone a moment later. No need to be frustrated at him, too.] I'll... try to keep that in mind.
[Voice]
Sans'll work it out, okay?
[And Alex will take some...ill-advised action, if necessary.]
[Voice]
[Seriously, how does she always get involved in all the insane stuff? She wants to curl up in some corner and just... let the emotions wrack her for a while, then fade away. But she can't even stand still.]
I'll text him.
[Voice]
[He says, darkly, glaring at the opposite wall like it's spited him in recent memory. He flexes his fingers in distaste.]
They might look like a kid, but they might be something else. So just - remember that. And stay out of their line of fire.
[Voice]
She's not sure she has the privilege to believe in things like that anymore, but at least it's comforting.]
I'll talk to you later.
[Voice]
'Kay. Watch your back.
[He hangs up with the faint crackle of distortion, then rakes fingers through his hair.
Looks like things just got interesting in the worst way possible.]