Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-34458033-20161202135637/@comment-26821421-20161217014520

Bryson bit his bottom lip, shoving his free hand into his pocket so that he could ball it up into a fist. He was already mad... At both Sans and Papyrus, and himself. He trusted the two... How could they hurt her? Then again, it was his job to protect her... And he didn't do that. It was partly his fault... And he hated it. So much so, a droplet started forming in his eye... Though, he quickly blinked it away.

"... Does it... Hurt?"