[Sans freezes for a moment, surprised, before he returns the hug. There isn't a quick, breezy way to dodge this; he can hardly claim not to have been alone. Can't say it wasn't a big deal when it obviously was. Papyrus has acted strange here in several different ways. They both have. But when Sans thinks about being alone, really being alone, he goes back to his brother's dust blowing away in the wind of Snowdin. His grip tightens.] You're here now. [Which is a miracle, probably. You don't just come back to life, not if you're a monster, not after who knows how long.]
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