Right. [Maybe he should have stayed in the living room and told Papyrus he'd be fine on his own so Papyrus could get work done. Even thinking about being alone, though, is kind of unsettling. (He needs to get over that.) If Sans says sorry that might start a whole second conversation. Instead, Sans resettles himself under his wings.] I'll get out of your hair.
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[Ha. But really, he'll shut up.]