[Asriel squeezes the hand, to assure himself that it's real. That this right now is real. That he isn't going to look up and suddenly he'll be completely alone.]
I... um, o-okay. We can't talk for long, okay? I gotta find him... there's some places I didn't look yet and he might be there.
We can look for him in a little while. Come, come.
[Mettaton's voice is still soft, and he lets himself in, tugging carefully at Asriel's arm. He's not going to force. He's not going to pry. At least...he won't pry yet.
He does at least close the door after he comes in. No one needs to see Asriel in this state but him. They're friends...this was Mettaton's responsibility.]
Just focus on something simple and natural, like breathing. Don't forget that. And don't forget I'm here.
[Things he'd say to his cousin, even though Blooky couldn't breathe. Sometimes the rhythm helps calm. Not always...but sometimes.]
[Asriel follows him, but despite Mettaton's advice, there's an aching sense of dread in his chest. What was he going to do if Pokey was really...
No. No. He hasn't even looked for him yet, he can't give up.
Asriel tries to anchor himself by breathing in and out, focusing on the hand in his and using that to ground himself to reality. He keeps looking up, like he's constantly double-checking to see if Mettaton is still there.]
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I... um, o-okay. We can't talk for long, okay? I gotta find him... there's some places I didn't look yet and he might be there.
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[Mettaton's voice is still soft, and he lets himself in, tugging carefully at Asriel's arm. He's not going to force. He's not going to pry. At least...he won't pry yet.
He does at least close the door after he comes in. No one needs to see Asriel in this state but him. They're friends...this was Mettaton's responsibility.]
Just focus on something simple and natural, like breathing. Don't forget that. And don't forget I'm here.
[Things he'd say to his cousin, even though Blooky couldn't breathe. Sometimes the rhythm helps calm. Not always...but sometimes.]
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No. No. He hasn't even looked for him yet, he can't give up.
Asriel tries to anchor himself by breathing in and out, focusing on the hand in his and using that to ground himself to reality. He keeps looking up, like he's constantly double-checking to see if Mettaton is still there.]
I... o-okay... don't go anywhere, ok?