[Papyrus's smile, already brittle, starts to break down in the face of it. Others suspected the truth or figured it out, but Miles was the first to drive straight to the point.
He hems and haws, unsure of how to respond. He knows. He does. Whether he's acknowledging it or not, some part of him knew Sans was dead the moment he saw the clothes filled with dust.]
I-I don't... he's not...
[Papyrus straightens, looking uncomfortable. If there's one thing the brothers have in common, it's their inability to talk about these things.]
no subject
He hems and haws, unsure of how to respond. He knows. He does. Whether he's acknowledging it or not, some part of him knew Sans was dead the moment he saw the clothes filled with dust.]
I-I don't... he's not...
[Papyrus straightens, looking uncomfortable. If there's one thing the brothers have in common, it's their inability to talk about these things.]
I should probably be out looking for him.