He's not sure they are different things, in this case. It feels as though he's dirtying up some sort of sacred territory, just by being involved.

As usual, though, Sans is right. "I guess... we're in the same boat, now." Even if his friend deals with it better--or at least has more skill at hiding his distress--they're both up this weird, mystic creek. "We've both got something special up our sleeves."