[Every sentence is like a thorn, digging into him, going deeper. He had been annoyed before - how come Mettaton hasn't shared as much with me as I have with him - but now Mettaton's words change that to a horrifying self realization - he didn't share because YOU didn't ask. It was him all along, wasn't it?]
[Keats just stares at him for a long moment after his tirade is done.]
...I do.
[He says, finally, with a sigh.]
I've only shown this - [He gestures at himself.] - to one other person in ALASTAIR, and that was to a person that was going to kill me. It was for protection. I didn't do it here to protect myself, but to show you what it was like because you wanted it. It's incredibly painful, you know. I could've just said no.
[He just feels like he's been gutted. He stares at Mettaton and he almost wants to be mad at him. To yell at him. To argue, to hiss, to spit, to prove he's right, to give into goading.]
[But he can't.]
[...Isn't that sad?]
I went to your movie party. I went shopping with you. I don't like those things. But I gave it a chance, because it was you. Because I liked you. And I did enjoy myself, didn't I tell you as much after you found me walking around.
[He glances aside. He doesn't know what to say. His heart pounds within his ears, and he has half a wish to be anywhere rather than here, staring at that cruel expression on Mettaton's face.]
You're right, though. I haven't asked about you very much at all. I don't know about you as much as you know about me. That night, I thought kissing would make you feel better that night, because I was drunk and didn't know any better and didn't think it would hurt you instead. I've been sharing things with you as if that's all that mattered. And I just...I did you wrong, Mettaton.
[He did himself wrong. He wants to curl up, to just pretend this isn't happening. Denial isn't going to solve this though. Running away won't solve this. He's face to face with a robot that is rightfully angry, and he doesn't know what to do or say to solve it except just say how he feels and hope for the best.]
But...right now, I asked if you were alright because you seemed upset and...that doesn't benefit me. I did it because I didn't want to see you worried. Is that selfish of me to not want to see you anything but happy...?
[He finally finds the courage to stare back into Mettaton's eyes with his own.]
I've just been messing up everything as I go along, haven't I?
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[Keats just stares at him for a long moment after his tirade is done.]
...I do.
[He says, finally, with a sigh.]
I've only shown this - [He gestures at himself.] - to one other person in ALASTAIR, and that was to a person that was going to kill me. It was for protection. I didn't do it here to protect myself, but to show you what it was like because you wanted it. It's incredibly painful, you know. I could've just said no.
[He just feels like he's been gutted. He stares at Mettaton and he almost wants to be mad at him. To yell at him. To argue, to hiss, to spit, to prove he's right, to give into goading.]
[But he can't.]
[...Isn't that sad?]
I went to your movie party. I went shopping with you. I don't like those things. But I gave it a chance, because it was you. Because I liked you. And I did enjoy myself, didn't I tell you as much after you found me walking around.
[He glances aside. He doesn't know what to say. His heart pounds within his ears, and he has half a wish to be anywhere rather than here, staring at that cruel expression on Mettaton's face.]
You're right, though. I haven't asked about you very much at all. I don't know about you as much as you know about me. That night, I thought kissing would make you feel better that night, because I was drunk and didn't know any better and didn't think it would hurt you instead. I've been sharing things with you as if that's all that mattered. And I just...I did you wrong, Mettaton.
[He did himself wrong. He wants to curl up, to just pretend this isn't happening. Denial isn't going to solve this though. Running away won't solve this. He's face to face with a robot that is rightfully angry, and he doesn't know what to do or say to solve it except just say how he feels and hope for the best.]
But...right now, I asked if you were alright because you seemed upset and...that doesn't benefit me. I did it because I didn't want to see you worried. Is that selfish of me to not want to see you anything but happy...?
[He finally finds the courage to stare back into Mettaton's eyes with his own.]
I've just been messing up everything as I go along, haven't I?