["Of course you wouldn't," Papyrus says, and some long-held tension uncoils in Sans. There's a lot of guilt associated with that day--with things leading up to that day--that Sans isn't about to deal with or think about yet, but acknowledgment from Papyrus about this isn't something he could have ever expected to get. He can't exactly convince himself he deserves it, but he has it anyway and he's keeping it. He leans against Papyrus, forgetting they're supposed to be trying not to touch.]
You can have it back, if you want. [He's thought about bringing it up before, actually--about offering it back. It's Papyrus's, after all. He just couldn't figure out a way to talk about it. But right now, with Papyrus's feelings curled up warm against his soul, he feels a lot more relaxed.
It doesn't even occur to him to think this, but it's notable how much easier Sans relaxes into this sort of connection than the leeches. He's more easily lured by this gentler approach than something forcing feelings he can't trust on him.]
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You can have it back, if you want. [He's thought about bringing it up before, actually--about offering it back. It's Papyrus's, after all. He just couldn't figure out a way to talk about it. But right now, with Papyrus's feelings curled up warm against his soul, he feels a lot more relaxed.
It doesn't even occur to him to think this, but it's notable how much easier Sans relaxes into this sort of connection than the leeches. He's more easily lured by this gentler approach than something forcing feelings he can't trust on him.]