[Yes, he knows. And what a disappointing habit it is... Not that he can really blame Sans for it.]

What time...?

[He almost has to laugh, but he manages to hold himself back. Though his smile seems to widen, in a way that almost looks... unnatural.

That question... Oh Sans. Of all the possible ways you could have chosen to phrase that.]

Is that the wrong question to ask or exactly the right one? I wonder. Even for me, it's hard to tell. What time do I remember? Why...

All of it.