"And give us something to get a handle on the situation?" He scoffs gently. "Hardly."

But still, that probably means Sans was... fuck, he could be anywhere from just afterwards to decades, to a century or more, and that was even if he even obeyed a conventional human calender.

"I can... certainly try and give you some notes, but they're certainly going to be outdated," he says, almost warily like he's not sure if the offer will even help. "But- still, better to be seen as queer and old-fashioned than confused and- and non-conforming."