Papyrus's rapid fire backpedaling of his initial suggestion is almost funny to hear, in how similar it sounds to his own thoughts. He doesn't think Papyrus really understands what he was saying, though, and for some reason saying it again feels somehow forbidden.

Like it's a secret for him to keep inside. Like he shouldn't let anyone interfere with his desires to go back, because it will be so much more complicated to leave if they know it's coming-

He shudders, suddenly, as if waking up from having fallen asleep for just a moment. His hand starts clenching his t-shirt. The music keeps playing.

"It would be really easy to go," he says, hedging on the concept uneasily. His voice is increasingly thin. "I wouldn't even have to walk anywhere. I can't... stop thinking about it, you know?"