Gaster sighed heavily as he sat at the table, his hand on his forehead.

"Sometimes it gets harder and harder to hold back my anger..."

he mumbled in a hoarse voice before looking out the window and turning around, glancing at Frisk sleeping before getting up and getting dressed, walking out and heading towards Asgore, wanting to just check on him, and maybe clear his head a little.

his eyes looked thoughtfully at his feet, then into the distance, his hands in his pockets, thinking about something, before hearing footsteps and slowly looking up.