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[Sans gives the jello an obligatory wiggle, though he doesn't take it out of the fridge. He's actually here to steal some cheese. He stuffs one slice into his mouth even as he takes a few more out, and so when Papyrus appears, Sans answers with his mouth full.]

Yeah. Making grilled cheese. [Three of them, judging by the amount of cheese he has. The best description for how Sans looks would be "tired", though he's trying to will enough energy into his body to look casual.]

[The light in Papyrus's eyes shifts and brightens a little as he takes in the details of his brother's appearance. Tired, but in that particular casual way. Which is more cause for concern, on the average. It's the middle of a long night, it'd be normal for Sans to be tired and looking tired. Pretending not to be... Papyrus knows very well how that's a sign of hiding something.]

Good choice! Calcium's important. [Bright, cheerful, playing along. And he knows there's new bread, and butter, and clean pans, and everything one might need for making basic sandwiches. But still...] If we need any more ingredients, give me a call! I can always go to a store. [Sans can get there more quickly, with teleporting, but...]

You know all the calcium just goes into my funny bone. [Which is a terrible enough, well-worn enough joke that Sans is pleased enough to look genuinely entertained for a moment before the exhaustion creeps back in around his eyes. It's hard to tell how much he's glowing with the lights on in the kitchen, but his eyelights are dim. He lets the pan heat up while he slathers all the bread, front and back, with butter.]

[Papyrus gives the obligatory wordless amused grumble, but doesn't go past it. He's pretty sure he wouldn't normally acknowledge that kind of joking at this time of night, and he's not really amused or annoyed enough by the punning to have any other particular reaction come to mind. Instead, he stays attentive as he opens the fridge and retrieves the battery acid gelatin. The change in Sans's demeanor as his amusement with himself fades... That's even more concerning. He heads for a chair, settles in, and does a little taste testing to buy some time as Sans cooks.]

...So... Not to get impatient at you. [Which he's realizing he is, a little bit. Days without noticing, hours of jokes but no real response, and all of this compared to the speed of file editing? But it's more impatient with the situation than Sans specifically.] I don't suppose, you noticed, any positive change from the vitamins yet?

[Sans shrugs.] Well, it's not like it's been that long yet, y'know? [He puts the first sandwich into the pan and fusses needlessly with it. The eyes on Sans's halo seem to be trying to avoid direct eye contact with Papyrus. Finally:] But maybe it's not a vitamin thing.

[Now that they're talking, it's easier to be patient about it. Or feign patience, taking a moment taste more of the gelatin. Very much like with snacking on small batteries themselves, it's a small charge, but with enough food type stuff to it to offer some flavor and texture the way that directly charging doesn't. Better for the social element of sitting and eating, at least.]

...I felt the difference with the batteries right away. It took a while to really feel better, but... [He knew, the moment he stopped rejecting the uncomfortable idea, it was at least part of the something he'd been needing. If Sans is unsure about the vitamins... It's almost certainly proof that something else is the real problem.]

I didn't feel anything different from eating regular food. [So okay, it's definitely not a vitamin thing. Of course, at the rate he's going through food, Sans will probably finish the bottle anyway. He flips the sandwich way too early just to give him an excuse to focus on that again.] Might have a few ideas, but I dunno. It'd have to be something I was getting but I'm not getting enough of now.

Hmmm. Something like, quality time with your favorite brother. [Half-joking, for the sake of levity to keep this from getting too grim, and because it would drive them both up a wall if either were that literally dependent on the other. But as important for morale as it is to avoid getting into the details every other conversation, he suspects it's only responsible to acknowledge recent events in some way. Correlation isn't causation... but it's foolish to rule out correlation, especially when both are things out of the ordinary. Not without testing. But that reminds him of something else that was New.]

...I don't suppose you got all those, uh... decorations... Around the same time. [Please reassure him that the creepy angel statues aren't eating your energy, Sans.]

Oh--nah, I've been picking those up for a little while. [Admittedly he'd only started upgrading to statues recently, but it wasn't simultaneous. If he explains to Papyrus they feel nice to have around he's going to sound even crazier. Might as well skip that part. He doesn't immediately address the first thing Papyrus said--of course he doesn't--but he's mulling it over. It can't be something so direct as Papyrus's presence or anything (it better not be), but there was a change in how often they were in the same space. But Sans isn't avoiding Papyrus anymore, so if it was just that, it would have fixed itself. Tentatively, he offers:] Wasn't hanging around as many people lately. Not a lot of visitors to the cave.

Not unless you count the litterers. [This is a more reflexive mumbled grumble than the rest. The segue from party to cleanup to buying the house is somewhat tangled together in his analog memory, in a way that the residual feelings bleed together too. He doesn't like the cave because he didn't like the cave, and the unpleasantness that happened there just 'proved' the initial dislike... But the feelings were strong enough normally that they're still strong now, and he doesn't know how hard to hide it. He shakes his head, considers the screenshot of the list as he tilts his spoon to start carving gelatin into a more interesting shape.]

But there are a few that... seem to involve exposure to people. Somehow. In some weird metaphysical way. [The ones he'd largely shrugged off before. Dreams. Emotions. Vague unspecified things, how did the study even measure that those were what people were craving?]

[Sans has been circling around dreams and emotions enough that it seems like the reasonable place to land. That doesn't mean he wants to, though. If it was emotions, though, then he's still doing things like going to work. He was around fewer people, but not nobody. That leaves the question of if he can deliberately eat an emotion up in the air, but he's fine with leaving it there right now. Dreams--well, he doesn't have experience with his powers relating to dreams. But...] Hey, how much have you been sleeping? Like just lately, compared to usual. [Specification is necessary, given how little Papyrus sleeps in general.]

[As Sans circles, Papyrus is still mulling on frustrating metaphysical things as a general category, and updating his checklist on some of the standing concerns. The angels statues apparently preceded all this by long enough that Sans doesn't think they're connected. He didn't offer any more information, and wasn't notably dodgy about them, which... really, that isn't conclusive about anything, it being Sans. When the question comes, he blinks in surprise.]

Uh. Sleeping...? [The question itself takes him by surprise, and he scratches absently at his temple.] Not... very much. I don't seem to need to, if I charge up. And I don't usually want to. [Because it's the height of lazing about, and not accomplishing anything, for one. But... for another... because he frequently has bad dreams. The screenshot is still up in his active memory, and he stares at his brother. He doesn't really suspect...?]

I've been here or at the cave at night lately. [He had that job watching cattle on nights when he wanted to go look at the stars, but when it seemed like something was actually killing things out there, Sans dropped that job.] And I haven't been having cave sleepovers. So. [So it could be that Sans is feeding off of dreams, which is incredibly impractical when Papyrus sleeps so little, since Sans has no idea how he'd even start doing that on purpose. If he goes lurking around other peoples' houses at night people are going to notice eventually.]

Oh my god. [Papyrus settles the spoon back into the mold, clasps his hands together for the tactile feedback. Somewhat numb isn't completely unfeeling, after all, and...]

I... I feel kind of guilty? [Normally, that'd be an admission of feeling deeply, profoundly guilty. And normally he might be feeling that much so, too. Would he be weeping? How much is buried underneath, waiting for the various inactive emotional processing banks, wherever they are, to connect to the data of Sans's hunger directly correlating to Papyrus's reduced sleeping...? It occurs to him, that that's even more computery than usual. He shakes his head to shake the thoughts to a pause.] And I'd probably feel guiltier if I had known! Though. I suppose we don't... know, know. I could try taking a nap, for testing...?

[Now Sans's eyes do flick to Papyrus rather than avoiding him.] Yeah, we don't know for sure, but even if it is that, it's not like it's your fault. [Nobody asked for these weird changes. Sans was happy eating his usual food, thanks. Speaking of that, he's working on his third grilled cheese now.] But I guess a test like that wouldn't hurt. [The worst thing that happens is nothing.]

Of course it's not my fault. But I can be concerned anyway! [As long as concern continues to be a thing that he can feel, at least. But the concern whether his emotions are continuing to erode is a problem for future Papyrus to wrestle with. For now, he just flags it and archives it, and focuses on the near-future.]

And... take a nap, huh. I guess we could have a lazy night, and crash on the couch, and watch TV...? [If they pick something relaxing enough, maybe he can sleep and have okay dreams, too.]

How could I turn that down? [Really there's plenty of ways, but setting aside the reasons for it, hanging out with Papyrus on the couch watching dumb TV shows is one of Sans's favorite things to do. And he'll have something to do while eating his three sandwiches besides think.] We can give it a shot.

[Will it be better if it works or if it doesn't? If it doesn't work, Sans is going to have to revisit the emotion thing. If it does, then he's going to have to figure out how to absorb dreams from people who aren't Papyrus without ending up getting arrested for breaking and entering.]

Okay, experiment time. [Which, he says with more enthusiasm than he might usually, given the track record of experiments in the valley so far. But it's good to have an idea, and a plan to test it, and hopefully make things better. Even if he's not weighed down with all his usual worries, or buoyed by his usual cheer, or so on. He gathers up the gelatin molds, heads for the fridge to get something to drink to bring with him.] I'll get the living room set up.

I'll finish up these. [Sans nudges the plate where he's stacked his sandwiches. It won't be long before he's finished up, especially because he just leaves the dirty pan on the stove, with the spatula on the countertop next to it. He considers a trip to his room to grab that electric blanket, but Papyrus might overheat or something.]

Okay, ready. [As if Sans did any work beyond finishing the food he was making and now making his way to his spot on the couch.]

[Papyrus is stacking pillows strategically to make comfortable spots on the couch, his food and glass of milk on the far side of the table where stray pillows shouldn't knock them off. The remaining light is at its dimmest setting, the better to provide a sleepy mood - and avoid glare on the screen. He looks up as Sans settles in with the sandwich stack and nods.]

Okay, good! Do you have any viewing preferences for the evening? I am, up front, vetoing talk shows. We don't need any of that. [The last thing he needs is nightmares about the other serial killer whose handiwork he's witnessed. Or weird guilt dreams about the ghosts who disappeared, asking why he didn't stop the killer. Again.]

Yeah, no thanks. [Sans is done with talk shows ~~until the next reset~~ for the next long while. He settles into his spot on the couch, his feathers fluffing up and settling again as he gets comfortable. ] You can pick. I can fall asleep to anything. [Papyrus is the one who's going to need help on that front. Sans starts eating his first sandwich meanwhile, crunching through it at a frankly frightening pace.]

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[Yeah, that sandwich consumption gets another sympathetic, if not empathetic, glance. He remembers how that feels. Hunger, and exhaustion, and a queasy shame of not wanting to let on about it all. Hopefully they figure this out soon, and he goes for the remote to start bouncing through channels. Maybe something on a science station...

Still, that last comment needs a response.] Do you think you might eat dreams... in your dreams? [He doesn't know how this would begin to work, but if they both have to be asleep at the same time, it's astonishing Sans didn't start starving sooner.]

[Sans shrugs.] Prob'ly not, but it wasn't like I was making sure I was awake when you were asleep and I wasn't [don't say starving] hungry all the time before. [So if it's dreams he can probably eat them while he's asleep. But maybe not? Hm.] I guess I can try to stay awake.

Hmm. If you got up for a midnight snack, while I was sleeping... Eating while eating is very intuitive. [Just ask him, accidentally absorbing battery charge while eating more normal food. He knows what word got skipped over, there. Still, as much as he doesn't prefer going to sleep when he really doesn't seem to need to anymore, this would be the reason to do so. This isn't a one-shot thing.] Do whatever. If the first doesn't work, we'll have to try both.

Yeah, sure. [Sans sits up--if he's going to try to stay awake this time, he should probably be in a more upright position. At least he has sandwiches to keep him occupied. He's already finished the first one, though.] Wake me up if I fall asleep before you do. [But at least for now he'll manage to keep himself awake.]

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