You're still not completely recovered from the sybian, so you opt to sit on the floor of the shower, letting the water fall down your back. Mettaton is already lounging on the bench and watching you
“Metta?”
“Mm?”
“Can I uh, get you off?” You ask timidly. Mettaton smiles, wide and genuine as he moves to take his heart out of the container where his stomach should be. He hands it to you and you gently place into both of your palms.