[He chimes in here and there, sometimes replying to jokes with jokes of his own or obligatory jokes, other times pointing out design choices that he bets he could do better, given the time and tech. An important part of demonstrating presence to someone trying to fall asleep is hearing their voice, after all - he make sure to keep talking from time to time as Sans drifts off, lowering his voice as to not startle him back awake.
In the end, Papyrus is watching the end of the documentary by himself, and carefully using the remote to set it to replay without jostling Sans. A year ago, sitting here doing little but being a heater would have been an uncomfortable, boring strain. And it still is - he's starting to use his phone, and the altered toy is still floating around gathering the trash it's capable of grabbing. But he's not vibrating with the urge to get up and do things himself.
Maybe he's too accustomed to sitting and charging for hours on end. Maybe it's because there's been a lot of awful, unheard of things since back then, skewing his sense of scale all out of proportion. Something like sending a toy down into a cave, of all places, turned into an unseen Something eating part of Sans's soul, and maybe there's nothing they can do to get it back. Maybe they're still dead and will get eaten soon, and... And, just sitting here not-alone, is desperately important.]
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In the end, Papyrus is watching the end of the documentary by himself, and carefully using the remote to set it to replay without jostling Sans. A year ago, sitting here doing little but being a heater would have been an uncomfortable, boring strain. And it still is - he's starting to use his phone, and the altered toy is still floating around gathering the trash it's capable of grabbing. But he's not vibrating with the urge to get up and do things himself.
Maybe he's too accustomed to sitting and charging for hours on end. Maybe it's because there's been a lot of awful, unheard of things since back then, skewing his sense of scale all out of proportion. Something like sending a toy down into a cave, of all places, turned into an unseen Something eating part of Sans's soul, and maybe there's nothing they can do to get it back. Maybe they're still dead and will get eaten soon, and... And, just sitting here not-alone, is desperately important.]