'Course I could. [He's always ready to sleep! He even manages to sound proud of his spectacular sleeping capabilities. But if anyone here needs to sleep, it's Papyrus. (Okay, it's both of them. But Sans only cares about Papyrus needing to.) Once Sans is satisfied that Papyrus is bandaged and taped as properly as he can manage, Sans drops the tape and remaining bandages back into the backpack. That can just sit in the bathroom for now.]

C'mon, you can borrow some of my pajama pants. They'll be short, but that just makes 'em shorts, right?

[This is another upside to having gained a foot in height in his transfer to this human body, though not one that he imagined before. Of course, Papyrus's own house with his own pajama pants is next door, but even that short distance feels too far to walk right now. Also, this way Papyrus can see that Sans actually changed his sheets without Sans having to point it out specifically.]