[For a while he just stands there and squeezes Papyrus's hand back, unsure of what else to do. It's hard to keep going with this sort of thing, when there's so much pressure and so little he actual knows about what's going on in Papyrus's head. He wishes he could ask him. Maybe someday he will.]
It'll be okay...
[Right now, though, he guesses Papyrus should only talk about it if he wants to. He doesn't know what made the brothers this way, but sometimes people take a long time to change. After a period of comradely silence, one of his vines comes out of his bulb on his back to twist around the broom and pick it up off the ground. His dexterity is a little limited with the vines, but it's enough to sweep.]
Here, I can do this part. Then, if...if you want, we can go get his clothes cleaned up for when he's back later, okay?
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It'll be okay...
[Right now, though, he guesses Papyrus should only talk about it if he wants to. He doesn't know what made the brothers this way, but sometimes people take a long time to change. After a period of comradely silence, one of his vines comes out of his bulb on his back to twist around the broom and pick it up off the ground. His dexterity is a little limited with the vines, but it's enough to sweep.]
Here, I can do this part. Then, if...if you want, we can go get his clothes cleaned up for when he's back later, okay?