Can't say I blame you. It's not like you're gonna walk up to him and say any of what you just told me, after all, so you do you honey.

[... It's oddly comfy to hug Mettaton right now, but she'll pull away enough to relieve her aching arm, rolling her shoulder.]

And... Thanks. For talking about it instead of, you know. Doing the thing you do. [look, her eloquence died off with her energy, she's yawning too.] I know you don't like to do it and all, but it really means a lot to me. That you did.

[it's really awkward to thank someone for feeling things appropriately]