[Sans doesn't need to breathe, but his chest feels humid and stuffy anyway, leaving him trying to suck in air like it'll do something to fix it. He feels like he's going to die again, but in a different way, because now he feels like he's going to jitter out of his own bones before anything else can kill him first.
When Papyrus tightens his grip just a little, Sans's wings snap forward just once, smacking into Papyrus's back. It's unfocused, and Sans is hardly the strongest guy around. It gets Sans to stop talking in circles, though, and that slows Sans's thoughts enough to process Papyrus's hand on his wing. It is comforting; by slow degrees, he eases out of his full-body flinch. He's not underground, he's at home. Papyrus is right there. Sans is--is broken, a little more than he was before, but he's not more dead. Papyrus didn't get hurt.]
I'm. [His words feel strange. But it's getting better.] I'm really tired.
everyone needs to be reassured on a couch sometimes
When Papyrus tightens his grip just a little, Sans's wings snap forward just once, smacking into Papyrus's back. It's unfocused, and Sans is hardly the strongest guy around. It gets Sans to stop talking in circles, though, and that slows Sans's thoughts enough to process Papyrus's hand on his wing. It is comforting; by slow degrees, he eases out of his full-body flinch. He's not underground, he's at home. Papyrus is right there. Sans is--is broken, a little more than he was before, but he's not more dead. Papyrus didn't get hurt.]
I'm. [His words feel strange. But it's getting better.] I'm really tired.