Heh. Appealing to his sensibilities. Sans almost laughs, but it comes out more like a stuttered, heavy breath, like he got punched in the gut. Taking a nap would be really nice, after all, if he was capable of feeling anything approaching restful.

It takes a while for things to start calming down, and the fact that the strength of the compulsion is fading is hard to notice at first. He can't think about much else beyond keeping him grounded, for fear of doing something unforgivable.

Which is why he finds himself reaching around and wrapping his fingers around Papyrus's arm, without every looking up or opening his eyes. He just stays there, still, and holds on. He doesn't want Papyrus to go there with him. That is the worst thing he can imagine.