"You did good, Papyrus," he says out loud after taking a moment to listen and let Papyrus talk. He stares down at Sans happily snoozing away like nothing in the world was wrong at all.

His body moves down to squat next to him, a hand resting on his cheek as his elbow plops against his bent thighs. Even his tail sways behind him at fond memories of napping next to the usual sleeping skeleton, half tempted to just lie down with him on the cold floor, "He looks content."