"No, no, no, no, no don't worry about me. It's not me, don't worry about me. I'm crying because I'm so very, very happy to be able to hold you again, even if it's only here, in this place, only now," responded Asgore, still clinging fiercely to his son. "I'm happy that you're happy."

His son smelled... like his son smelled. It was odd that it was that detail that struck him more than anything else, but it brought back so many old memories of Asgore and Chara and Toriel as a happy family. It stung as much as it refreshed. But he wasn't about to stop hugging him, not yet.