[With all the intensity his slack frame can muster, Sans hugs him back. He feels husked out and empty and impossibly light, but holding tight to Papyrus serves as something of an anchor. If he just keeps holding on, fists balled up into Papyrus's Moira uniform, the shame of what's in front of them and the numbness of all that surround him will recede into the background of his mind on their own.
Sans doesn't speak for a few minutes, bones rattling loudly at first until dying down to a low creaking. His voice, when he finally uses it, isn't much different.]
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Sans doesn't speak for a few minutes, bones rattling loudly at first until dying down to a low creaking. His voice, when he finally uses it, isn't much different.]
Why didn't you say anything?