I guess, but... [Sans trails off, distracted from reassurance with just how confused he is. He is confused enough for multiple people, he thinks. And he's still on Papyrus's lap. Something in his mind finally connects, at least a little bit.]
Wait. Am I acting weird? [Only a little bit, obviously, if Sans has to ask. He backs off onto the couch again, at least, as he tries to take stock of himself.]
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Wait. Am I acting weird? [Only a little bit, obviously, if Sans has to ask. He backs off onto the couch again, at least, as he tries to take stock of himself.]