Oh, a few times! We mostly got it under control, except the one time... [He says, with the breezy comfort of someone who's never had hair or skin - whose friend with both just laughed in the face of pain. But thinking about that one time leads to thoughts of the aftermath. Undyne, crashing at their house the one night. Papyrus, even more sleepless than usual, wired with the excitement of having a guest. Sans, increasingly himself through the night. The next morning, Undyne thanking him and borrowing clothes - and staying at the Snowed Inn the rest of the nights. Still visiting in days, still training. The popsicles, and the incredible mess they made... Before he knows it, he's choking up again.] I'm... glad! We're confirming! The important memories...! Are all okay...!