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[His brother, Papyrus reflects, is an insightful pain in the ass. Here Papyrus hasn't yet pulled apart his feelings to figure out what that fearful thought was about, even putting the obviously relevant trains of thought on pause to wait for privacy to do so... And there Sans is acting like he's been kicked, presumably because he saw Papyrus tilt his head an extra 2 degrees or something, and from that microexpression managed to deduce everything he's thinking and feeling. And then, of course, he's ignoring the nicer parts like promising not to prank with static sounds, the better to focus on feeling wounded.

Or, maybe that's just a side effect of one's soul getting jostled around, and the fear and pain that goes with it. Especially with significant lingering injuries to add to the whole pain thing. Papyrus can be the bigger skeleton here, and put this conversation off too.] ...Sleep well, enjoy the prime napping spot.