Okay... good. [Papyrus pauses to bump his wrist against Sans's shoulder, a follow-up affirmation that this is real, tangible, and expression of wordless gratitude.
But while it's not torture per se, waiting in the bathroom... it's not likely to be great, either. Seeing the mess of his chest, where he can still feel threads catching on his pajama shirt, and there's clearly bloodstains along the sides of it, and flaking loose along his hairline. Seeing his reflection, for the first time since all this... He takes a deep breath, and steps away.] I'll be, uh... a bit.
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But while it's not torture per se, waiting in the bathroom... it's not likely to be great, either. Seeing the mess of his chest, where he can still feel threads catching on his pajama shirt, and there's clearly bloodstains along the sides of it, and flaking loose along his hairline. Seeing his reflection, for the first time since all this... He takes a deep breath, and steps away.] I'll be, uh... a bit.