[Mettaton feels Asriel's fear. In turn, Asriel will likely feel his, and more than that, he'll finally get a taste of the deep and unrestrained guilt and anguish that Mettaton feels day to day. His feelings of inadequacy for not being able to stop the Human. The homesickness he rarely lets anyone see, eating away at him almost constantly.
He lets out a quiet sob, because it's so hard to distinguish everything, and now it really is starting to hurt, because it's too much, too soon, too hard to process.
His fingers brush against something on Asriel's back that was more solid than the both of them, and before his fingers can fully fuse in place...he tugs that odd object away.]
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He lets out a quiet sob, because it's so hard to distinguish everything, and now it really is starting to hurt, because it's too much, too soon, too hard to process.
His fingers brush against something on Asriel's back that was more solid than the both of them, and before his fingers can fully fuse in place...he tugs that odd object away.]
Ķ͢e̸͞y̛͢. ͘̕i͘t̶̵̡'͢͝s̸̶̛ ̧͟a̧̢͡ ̨̧k̡͏̨è́y̛.͏͢ ̴D̨̨̡o̵͘͟ y͜ơ͡͡ú͞ ͜͢s̕t̷̛il̸̛l͞ h̀͡a͜v̸́e͞ ͡y̸̧o̵͠u͠҉r̵s̡͟?̷͞ I̕s͟͢ ͢͝t̷h͜͞i̶͜s҉̶ ͏̛́y̵͞óưr̛͟͟s̶̕?́͘͞ Í̧͟t͝'̢s o̸u̶͏r̕ś̴. ͟I҉t̶͡'s̀͜.̛́.̷͜͠.̢̛͟ḿ̵̶i̶n͢ȩ͘?̸́