That... wasn't bad advice. Papyrus had never been the sort to spend more time in bed than he absolutely had to, and getting out there and making himself stay active, stay busy, occupy his time no matter what, sounded like the best advice. He felt lost, a ship without a rudder, and getting things back under control seemed like the best way to make it all start to make sense.
He glances at her hand as they twitch toward him and reaches out, then hesitates.
"Oh, are you... were you offering me a hug of comfort?" It's hard to tell sometimes, with humans. Not that he didn't trust Rosethorn, but it seemed better to ask than assume.
Not everyone wanted to be hugged by a skeleton, after all.
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He glances at her hand as they twitch toward him and reaches out, then hesitates.
"Oh, are you... were you offering me a hug of comfort?" It's hard to tell sometimes, with humans. Not that he didn't trust Rosethorn, but it seemed better to ask than assume.
Not everyone wanted to be hugged by a skeleton, after all.