There was a passing temptation to stomp, to whine, to nag at Sans until he chuckled and gave in to Papyrus's whims as he usually did, but he knew better than to do that just then. He was having one of his bad times, or maybe just a weird one, and the best thing he could offer was to stick by him until it got easier.

So he fell silent and stepped up, joining Sans by the window and admiring the view. Even if what exactly he was looking at hadn't clicked yet, it was breathtaking.