[The delay is fine. Sans is tired, obviously so. Surely lethargic and disinclined to movement. The stiffness of his movements... a little bit less fine! The helicopter remains motionless as Papyrus divides his focus between watching his brother's condition, and continuing to clean without pause - the better to get this over with.]
E2THAT TOO!!^1!&MAKING THE EASE,&TRULY IMMENSE.
[Watching Sans's stiff behavior, being (presumably) nervous about this or antsy about being alone on the floor... It's not helping his own nerves any. (And he's over-compensating by being especially confident, which might be reassuring or might be inspiring more nerves? But it's easy to remember how badly he wanted to sleep problems off, when they melted.) Maybe with an excuse to look away...]
E3UH. BUT. MAYBE..^1.&AVERT YOUR EYES,&FOR A MINUTE./I NEED TO WELD&SOMETHING ON.
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E2THAT TOO!!^1!&MAKING THE EASE,&TRULY IMMENSE.
[Watching Sans's stiff behavior, being (presumably) nervous about this or antsy about being alone on the floor... It's not helping his own nerves any. (And he's over-compensating by being especially confident, which might be reassuring or might be inspiring more nerves? But it's easy to remember how badly he wanted to sleep problems off, when they melted.) Maybe with an excuse to look away...]
E3UH. BUT. MAYBE..^1.&AVERT YOUR EYES,&FOR A MINUTE./I NEED TO WELD&SOMETHING ON.