[Wasn't going to leave him behind, he suspects - feels - Sans means. Maybe especially not after how obviously unhappy about leaving Papyrus behind as he'd been, back in their not-argument about evacuating. Still, something about it is a surprise, is a relief. It can't have been easy to do, to go back there and gather him up, and Sans is all about avoiding difficult things when he can. That he'd done so, that on some level he'd been making sure not to be alone...]
...Of course you wouldn't.
[He means something like gratitude, for the gesture. Or something like acknowledgement that Sans does do the difficult things, when the need really arises. But instead of putting any of that into words, he just leans further over, being glad to be in the same place, alive again, somehow.]
["Of course you wouldn't," Papyrus says, and some long-held tension uncoils in Sans. There's a lot of guilt associated with that day--with things leading up to that day--that Sans isn't about to deal with or think about yet, but acknowledgment from Papyrus about this isn't something he could have ever expected to get. He can't exactly convince himself he deserves it, but he has it anyway and he's keeping it. He leans against Papyrus, forgetting they're supposed to be trying not to touch.]
You can have it back, if you want. [He's thought about bringing it up before, actually--about offering it back. It's Papyrus's, after all. He just couldn't figure out a way to talk about it. But right now, with Papyrus's feelings curled up warm against his soul, he feels a lot more relaxed.
It doesn't even occur to him to think this, but it's notable how much easier Sans relaxes into this sort of connection than the leeches. He's more easily lured by this gentler approach than something forcing feelings he can't trust on him.]
in which papyrus needs to internal monologue to encompass multiple trains of thought
[Papyrus hesitates, clear in his face and emotions alike. In some way, he feels guilty about it all. And/or Sans feels guilty, but at least some of the guilt is his own. To some degree he wants to apologize for going through with his plan of confrontation in the first place, adult with the right to make that choice or no. It was the human's decision that left him as dust, of course, he refuses to ignore or erase their agency in it even if they did... but his decision gave them the opportunity to make that one, so in a way it's because of him that Sans only had the scarf-cape to travel with, for that time.
...On some level, he has to wonder: did having those traces of dust, in some way, help ensure they both wound up here? Nobody else from the underground has shown up, and there's a couple other people from mutual places... But, uh, given how romantically entangled some of them seem to be, maybe they had... pieces... of each other too. If nothing besides love lockets, or something.
Which is all a distraction from the offer, one given in a more relaxed and accepting manner than he'd expect from Sans. Pleasant surprise, in the weirdness. It really does seem like the only influence on their thoughts are each others', no other pressure to do uncharacteristic things. As if... the maze is something Papyrus would do, and Sans, feeling a little more like Papyrus, did a Papyrusy thing..?]
W-Well. I... That's a very thoughtful offer! I appreciate it a lot. And yet... Having a spare cape, but only the cape... It might make the rest of my battle body feel, a little unbalanced?
[It's somewhat a nonsense deflection, because they could just make a second battle body, one more suited to his new proportions. But he hasn't worn it very much since getting replacement clothes, having died in it, and keeping his own dust next to his metal is... a little too much missing what he had. No, if it's been a comfort for Sans, he doesn't mind Sans keeping it.]
Wouldn't want you to be unbalanced. [Sure, it's a nonsense deflection, but Sans doesn't mind.] I'll keep hanging onto it.
[It's still Papyrus's, and always will be. Sans is just keeping an eye on it. Sometimes multiple eyes. As long as it's somewhere safe it's fine. Papyrus is back now, and has been for a while, and right now, specifically, is right next to him. If he focuses on right now, everything feels a lot nicer than it usually does in his head.]
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[Wasn't going to leave him behind, he suspects - feels - Sans means. Maybe especially not after how obviously unhappy about leaving Papyrus behind as he'd been, back in their not-argument about evacuating. Still, something about it is a surprise, is a relief. It can't have been easy to do, to go back there and gather him up, and Sans is all about avoiding difficult things when he can. That he'd done so, that on some level he'd been making sure not to be alone...]
...Of course you wouldn't.
[He means something like gratitude, for the gesture. Or something like acknowledgement that Sans does do the difficult things, when the need really arises. But instead of putting any of that into words, he just leans further over, being glad to be in the same place, alive again, somehow.]
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You can have it back, if you want. [He's thought about bringing it up before, actually--about offering it back. It's Papyrus's, after all. He just couldn't figure out a way to talk about it. But right now, with Papyrus's feelings curled up warm against his soul, he feels a lot more relaxed.
It doesn't even occur to him to think this, but it's notable how much easier Sans relaxes into this sort of connection than the leeches. He's more easily lured by this gentler approach than something forcing feelings he can't trust on him.]
in which papyrus needs to internal monologue to encompass multiple trains of thought
...On some level, he has to wonder: did having those traces of dust, in some way, help ensure they both wound up here? Nobody else from the underground has shown up, and there's a couple other people from mutual places... But, uh, given how romantically entangled some of them seem to be, maybe they had... pieces... of each other too. If nothing besides love lockets, or something.
Which is all a distraction from the offer, one given in a more relaxed and accepting manner than he'd expect from Sans. Pleasant surprise, in the weirdness. It really does seem like the only influence on their thoughts are each others', no other pressure to do uncharacteristic things. As if... the maze is something Papyrus would do, and Sans, feeling a little more like Papyrus, did a Papyrusy thing..?]
W-Well. I... That's a very thoughtful offer! I appreciate it a lot. And yet... Having a spare cape, but only the cape... It might make the rest of my battle body feel, a little unbalanced?
[It's somewhat a nonsense deflection, because they could just make a second battle body, one more suited to his new proportions. But he hasn't worn it very much since getting replacement clothes, having died in it, and keeping his own dust next to his metal is... a little too much missing what he had. No, if it's been a comfort for Sans, he doesn't mind Sans keeping it.]
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[It's still Papyrus's, and always will be. Sans is just keeping an eye on it. Sometimes multiple eyes. As long as it's somewhere safe it's fine. Papyrus is back now, and has been for a while, and right now, specifically, is right next to him. If he focuses on right now, everything feels a lot nicer than it usually does in his head.]