[Ah. Sans lets Papyrus herd him toward the couch. The entire process of actually preparing to go into the apartment feels like it happened ages ago.] Jenny checked. And watched the door. [Even though Papyrus isn't happy right now--for good reason--his presence is grounding. Maybe even because of it, a little; Papyrus has always cared enough to call Sans out on the things he does.]
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