[Papyrus's robot arm squeezes around his brother - gently, gently, mechanical arms are stronger than bone and he doesn't want to use too much force if something even more upsetting comes up. But he tries to make sure Sans feels protected.] His wife, too...? We... we do need that evidence. [He has to validate that much, especially with the way Sans keeps explaining himself in ways he almost never does.] Guess we couldn't just... turn it in, without knowing if it's... proof.

[Still, he's bitter in saying so, voice trailing off as he notices the frustration leak into his tone again. His brother is yet again shielding Papyrus by taking too much on himself. This is becoming a pattern. The moment Sans starts responsibility and trying to help, he goes right for the ways of doing it that hurt him. It makes a skeleton wish they believed they were gods, with all the cheer and confidence that had gone to Sans in it. Couldn't he go for a more moderated approach...?]

...You can feel it with all of them, huh? Like you see them all. [It hasn't come up too much, the details awkward to really get into, but he's noticed how Sans keeps being drawn to death, or spooky places, or so on. It just... doesn't usually seem to hurt him.]