![]() "He'll understand what you're going through, even if he doesn't know what the. "I've been thinking I should tell Sans, but." "Nope." he takes the cigarette out and holds it between his index and middle finger. "Have you considered telling anyone else this?" I couldn't understand all of that, as expected, but I'm still trying to give my best advice. How am I supposed to try my best when in the end it would have all been for nothing? All these people don't even know that it." "Okay, what's making you say that?" I question. It's gotten to the point where the smoke doesn't bother me or even anyone that's known him long enough. That's awesome." He reaches into his pockets and pulls out a cigarette and a lighter. "I mean, it's great and all that we're all here for eachother. "That no matter what the case is, it's still true? It's nonsense but it's also true, Muff." That's kinda what makes it worse, you know?" He moves his hand and looks at me with a sad smile. Everyone here loves you, Papyrus." I try to assure him, an arm on his shoulder. "You might not believe it, but that's nonsense. "I probably did have one too many." He rests his face on his hand, sighing. Nothing we do matters." He chuckles again, dryly. I've been considering bringing his brother into these conversations, but in the end it's all up to him. Whatever is going on, it can't be good for him nor his health. "Oh, I'm sorry." So this was another bad time, huh? Most of the time when he's like this, I let him talk. The smile falls from his face and he trains his eyes somewhere on the counter. He sits up and covers his hands over his chest dramatically. "That's because we closed up, buddy." I say while wiping the counter. "It's quiet in here." He says, lifting his head up. The moment he walked in here tonight, I knew something was up. The restaurant is empty, but he doesn't know that. ![]() I go to take the glass to the sink along with a few others. "Papyrus, I think that's enough for tonight. With one arm I take the glass, and with another, I pat him on the head twice. He sets the glass down in front of me with a little 'clack' against the counter.
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