[Even in the privacy of the bathroom, the door closed with no sign that others are aware of what he's doing or wanting to come in, Papyrus can only cry so much. A few minutes sobbing wears him out, the exhaustion of everything catching up to him. There's only so many tears in him, even if there's plenty more feeling to inspire their flowing, and his eyes stop watering eventually.
Part of it's reflexive, a practiced tendency to try to hide the unhappinesses he hasn't decided to share. To put on a cooler, confident face, so... so the things that only he knows, aren't as real as the things everyone knows.
But part of it... part of it is, he doesn't feel safe yet. Of course he doesn't, with no explanation what happened and no assurance it can't happen again. Once he's down to the point of hiccuping instead of sobbing, eyes and nose stinging with salty residue, he begins to notices how quiet the world outside seems. No more mystery sounds of moving things around. Probably Sans has fallen asleep in the middle of whatever he was doing... probably. He's fine, right? Nothing's happened in the few minutes of Papyrus being here, no second group of unknown kidnappers swooping in to take Sans as soon as they split up. Right...?
He clears his throat, coughs a few times to be sure he can keep his voice steady, then calls out:] S-Sans? Are you out there?
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Part of it's reflexive, a practiced tendency to try to hide the unhappinesses he hasn't decided to share. To put on a cooler, confident face, so... so the things that only he knows, aren't as real as the things everyone knows.
But part of it... part of it is, he doesn't feel safe yet. Of course he doesn't, with no explanation what happened and no assurance it can't happen again. Once he's down to the point of hiccuping instead of sobbing, eyes and nose stinging with salty residue, he begins to notices how quiet the world outside seems. No more mystery sounds of moving things around. Probably Sans has fallen asleep in the middle of whatever he was doing... probably. He's fine, right? Nothing's happened in the few minutes of Papyrus being here, no second group of unknown kidnappers swooping in to take Sans as soon as they split up. Right...?
He clears his throat, coughs a few times to be sure he can keep his voice steady, then calls out:] S-Sans? Are you out there?