Your POV
      Even if he was going to kill me I could live knowing that my stupidness would kill me. But even if he did want to kill me why didn't he do it already, he already asked me questions and already did- oh wait. He asked what lust meant. Shit!

I just continued to cry on him. He kept whispering to me "everything's ok!" I couldn't stop myself from crying so I ended up passing out on him.

Gaster's POV
I can't help but admit that I have grown feelings towards her. I believe that I have gone to the love zone. I never want to see her cry. I want to see her happy and safe.

I've grown compassion to her. I'm in love with her. Later, she passed out probably because of how much she was crying. I set her on my bed and lied down next to her. I wrapped my arms around her and found myself drifting off to sleep.

I still have a lot to learn.