[Sans sits back on the bed, not letting go of Papyrus. There's significantly less coordination involved in sitting, even if he tips a little from the extra weight of his metal wing before catching himself. At least Sans still has his wings in place; Papyrus got stuck with sharing the weird soul thing, which is definitely worse.]
Aw, you remember my old jokes. [Teasing is easier. And of course Sans would be able to pick up on that clearly, if nothing else. But Sans's delight is genuine; jokes are a way of showing affection, after all. They're important.]
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Aw, you remember my old jokes. [Teasing is easier. And of course Sans would be able to pick up on that clearly, if nothing else. But Sans's delight is genuine; jokes are a way of showing affection, after all. They're important.]