"no," his arm moves a heavy glove over Sans' hand softly. If Sans were to have moved his hand even a little, the glove would have come with him.
"he must have had a g-good reason, sans...maybe he wa-was...afraid," Papyrus says, wincing when Sans tries to force the magic to work. He knows Sans has never been a great healer. It has never made Papyrus love him less. He wants to tell that to Sans. I love you. Don't be afraid. His mind wanders to his lack of feeling in his hands. The way his boot falls to the side softly in the snow. He wants to tell Sans. Say something. Say anything.
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"he must have had a g-good reason, sans...maybe he wa-was...afraid," Papyrus says, wincing when Sans tries to force the magic to work. He knows Sans has never been a great healer. It has never made Papyrus love him less. He wants to tell that to Sans. I love you. Don't be afraid. His mind wanders to his lack of feeling in his hands. The way his boot falls to the side softly in the snow. He wants to tell Sans. Say something. Say anything.
"am...i going to fall down?"
He's afraid.