So they would. Well, at least that offers an idea of how Sans has been getting along, without his supporting and inspirational brother around. The dogs following him around instead, tugging him out from the worst situations.
"That was a yes to a question where, yes wasn't really an answer," Papyrus starts to say, complaining reflexively, before remembering the current situation. "Uh, but that's okay! I suspect you'd like to go to yours."
He wraps an arm around Sans, available for holding, leaning on, or even being picked up with. Just like particularly roudy nights at Grillby's, and carrying his hungover brother home. Just like that. Except with vampires and hell and temporary comas.
They better figure out some way to fix the time loops back home, because the occasional thought that they might not are awful. Sure, as Papyrus he can simply brush those ideas back to the needlessly doubtful depths where they belong, but the fact that they keep rising in the first place...
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"That was a yes to a question where, yes wasn't really an answer," Papyrus starts to say, complaining reflexively, before remembering the current situation. "Uh, but that's okay! I suspect you'd like to go to yours."
He wraps an arm around Sans, available for holding, leaning on, or even being picked up with. Just like particularly roudy nights at Grillby's, and carrying his hungover brother home. Just like that. Except with vampires and hell and temporary comas.
They better figure out some way to fix the time loops back home, because the occasional thought that they might not are awful. Sure, as Papyrus he can simply brush those ideas back to the needlessly doubtful depths where they belong, but the fact that they keep rising in the first place...