[Sans doesn't have a stomach, but he feels something like nausea at the idea.] Nah. 'M not hungry. [And he's really not, even though he hasn't had anything to eat all day. Instead, he curls himself up against the arm of the couch, resting his head on it. Just sitting feels good. He doesn't think he can sleep right now, but there's some safety in the house even if nowhere in San Benedicto is entirely safe.] You go eat, I'm not goin' anywhere.
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