[Oliver's shoulders are shaking slightly. Which... is surprisingly not because of his tears. He's laughing now. He shouldn't, but he can't quite help himself. His fingers tighten in the back of Mettaton's shirt, and his tone his apologetic, hoping his reaction hasn't made him feel like he should stop or pull away.]
I'm sorry. I can't believe you're singing to me right now.
[This seems to becoming a pattern when people say goodbye to him.]
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I'm sorry. I can't believe you're singing to me right now.
[This seems to becoming a pattern when people say goodbye to him.]