"You don't tell anyone anything! That's just how you are," Papyrus huffs, the annoyance of it so old and worn out that he hardly feels it anymore. "For years and years! Maybe forever."
His hand circles slow as he considers what Sans has said so far. Feeling helpless... Keeping secrets... Hiding his face, after admitting having secrets... Not an evasive joke or outright denial to be heard.
This isn't the first time that Sans' reaction was very different than Papyrus' expectations, burying his head in his hands like that. And it's not the first time he's wondered how much of it is Sans, and how much of it is what the music labels did to him. But it is the first time that Papyrus lets himself wonder... will Sans stay this way?
He continues the circular motion and adds, "If you expect me to feel shocked, or betrayed, by whatever secrets you're rediscovering... think again! I am not surprised that you have secrets."
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His hand circles slow as he considers what Sans has said so far. Feeling helpless... Keeping secrets... Hiding his face, after admitting having secrets... Not an evasive joke or outright denial to be heard.
This isn't the first time that Sans' reaction was very different than Papyrus' expectations, burying his head in his hands like that. And it's not the first time he's wondered how much of it is Sans, and how much of it is what the music labels did to him. But it is the first time that Papyrus lets himself wonder... will Sans stay this way?
He continues the circular motion and adds, "If you expect me to feel shocked, or betrayed, by whatever secrets you're rediscovering... think again! I am not surprised that you have secrets."