[There's something soothing about being in thought-based agreement, even if Sans also doesn't want Papyrus to think like him. Well, in this case, Sans isn't sure what they're actually supposed to do about it except wait. Maybe there's a trick to it, but when Sans tries to extend his spiritual senses he doesn't catch any signs of anything like the leeches. Extending his senses like that is weird, though, because he can feel Papyrus like he can feel his own magic, a suggestion of electricity and metal. Like that metal wing but more.]

Okay, yeah, I guess we're already pretty attached. [But it's not really that bad. It still feels nice. Not like the leeches, but maybe like how everyone else seemed to feel the leeches? No, this is still a calmer feeling than all that weird aggressive happiness.] But you'll probably be able to teleport again if you wanna. And maybe we'll get more invisible arms. You could build a lot of stuff like that. [He doesn't notice the "we" slipping in, like they're one thing. He also doesn't know why he's trying to be optimistic, given how rarely he tries that.]