[ a real question. Sans jerks away, and Papyrus turns to look at him with a worried expression, hands settling on his shoulders softly. A weight. He rubs small circles as comfortingly as he can, but...
...seeing Sans like this is hard. It's so hard. Sans needs to be able to express himself in whatever way he needs to-- regardless of how uncomfortable Papyrus is with seeing him so....so vunerable. The words soak into his bones like water into a sponge. ]
JOY BREAK!
[ a real question. Sans jerks away, and Papyrus turns to look at him with a worried expression, hands settling on his shoulders softly. A weight. He rubs small circles as comfortingly as he can, but...
...seeing Sans like this is hard. It's so hard. Sans needs to be able to express himself in whatever way he needs to-- regardless of how uncomfortable Papyrus is with seeing him so....so vunerable. The words soak into his bones like water into a sponge. ]
WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?