[The thing about holding onto somebody is, they can hold back. Papyrus twists his arm around a bit, enough to get his hand on Sans' arm back, so they're both just sorta holding each other. He squeezes once in warning as that thorough bone cage goes up, warning not to go further - and really, isn't that already too far? but his brother's gone so rigid and silent that maybe it isn't for him to feel safe - and then, a longer squeeze. Reassuring: still here, brother.
He listens without interrupting as Flowey introduces himself by a whole other name - a name he's heard before, sometime - and spins a familiar story with a really big, flower-shaped twist. And what he ends it with, it's what he'd been saying before but with context, and...]
Oh my god...! That's so sad.
[He wipes at his cheeks, glances down and sideways at Sans.]
Is... this the stuff he told me, before? Because I want to believe it!
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He listens without interrupting as Flowey introduces himself by a whole other name - a name he's heard before, sometime - and spins a familiar story with a really big, flower-shaped twist. And what he ends it with, it's what he'd been saying before but with context, and...]
Oh my god...! That's so sad.
[He wipes at his cheeks, glances down and sideways at Sans.]
Is... this the stuff he told me, before? Because I want to believe it!