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You work hard. [Which Papyrus just said, but that's part of what Sans thinks makes them different.] So I don't think you'd end up like me. [Even if Sans watches for it sometimes, almost guiltily, just in case. Because he wouldn't want Papyrus to have to deal with that. But that's not the point here, really, so Sans keeps going.]

But you're my brother. And my friend, even if we weren't bros. It's been like that basically as long as I can remember knowing you. [Which is a long time now, even if a lot of that time is twisted up in one endless, looping day.] So if you were having trouble, I wouldn't be mad, I'd just wanna... Help you out, I guess?

[Which may actually explain something to Sans about how Papyrus treats him, actually.]

Oh? [Papyrus's voice goes dry, as wry as it's been in any point of this conversation. He doesn't turn to stare at Sans head-on, but he does stop glancing around, the better to give a long sidelong look.] You wouldn't be mad, you'd just want to help...?

[That answer doesn't really address Papyrus's doubts to his satisfaction, not by any means - working hard is important, but it's not the basis of his worth and it shouldn't be the basis of Sans's either.

But. If nothing else.

It is a memory to record in as high definition as he possibly can, and back up to every external hard drive he has, the better to pull out as an I told you so some day. And that feeling may be showing in his voice and face.]

[Okay, judging by that look on Papyrus's face, it definitely explains something to Sans about how Papyrus treats him and this is not going to be the last time hears himself say that. But that's okay. Sans's grin quirks up a bit.]

You don't need to do anything to be special, you just are. Even if you definitely wanna rub what I just said in my face right now. [Go on, go for it.]

Why stop at right now? A thing like that could get re-said for months. Years, even.

[He snickers, even as he sniffles from mix of relief and embarrassment and hope. Maybe that first sentence is more of a reassurance than he knows what to do with, just yet... But he has a lot of great role models in how to show affection even when they don't know what to say. So he drapes an arm over Sans's head, heavily, and hums.]

You know... I think I just understood why Undyne noogied me so many times. I finally see the appeal of it!

[Hopefully they'll see her again, and he can surprise her by ruffling up her hair - before she dunks him in whatever pile of stuff is nearby.]

[This is the life he must live, being so short.] I can't believe you were a skeleton-noogieing hypocrite this whole time.

This whole time?? [Papyrus's voice rises in mock-offense, as he rolls his fingers inward enough to lightly noogie at Sans's skull.] I never knew! This is an entirely new thing I'm learning about myself here. Maybe it's even because of all the changes.

[If he really ever needs to save face with Undyne calling him on the same thing, he can and will claim that's what it is. Another thing to hope for, when Sans inevitably spills the beans and goads her into tackling Papyrus again.]

This place really changes a guy. [How will he survive etc.] 'S okay, you're still my favorite brother.

Phew! I was seriously starting to worry about that, with all the brothers you have to choose from. Don't worry, you're still my favorite brother too. [Sarcasm and joking, but another thread of tension relaxes in his posture. His arm rests more heavily on Sans's head for a few seconds, before he relents and pulls it off.]

...Tomorrow. Let's fix my emotions tomorrow. I need to not forget any of this. [The very important wise ass sound clip most of all, of course, but the rest of it too. He considers the internal list he made, before he started listing the main topics for discussion, and very slightly shrugs his shoulders.] We didn't get the whole list, but...

[He's not about to ask if Sans is worn out emotionally and wants to stop, because the answer is probably yes, and he's not about to admit that even in the 60s he's getting worn out too. Who needs to outright say it, though, with a great perceptive brother like Sans?]

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