[After a while into the nap, the coffee table was repurposed into a workspace. When Sans wakes, Papyrus is leaning a wheeled leg on it (with a pillow to keep from scratching the table's surface), the better to clean bits of debris from inner mechanisms. He startles and drops the tool with a clatters off his leg, trying to catch his brother without putting an arm through ghostly ribcage and risking jostling his soul. More static, startled and concerned this time.]
Papyrus'll talk next tag, after seeing how well he caught him