#saringold

Step one, allow Sans to continue on pretending that everything is okay.

Step two, conveniently check-in on him while he’s at his post. Bringing snacks is optional, but advised. (Sans always lit up whenever he brought something particularly unhealthy, the fiend.)

Step three, very casually and not-at-all suspiciously suggest cutting the work day short and heading back home together. Insist that it’s not for any reason in particular and mostly because you’ve secured the area far faster and far more thoroughly that Sans could’ve done it in the first place because you are just that Terrific.

(Step three-point-five, try not to preen too much at how easily Sans agrees and relaxes, trusting you completely.)

Step four, take Sans back home.

Which leads him back to the situation at hand---Sans is fast asleep, head resting in his lap and feet dangling off the end of the couch. Reprehensible behaviour, really. They’d been in the middle of an exceptional new movie! ...he assumed. Papyrus couldn’t remember the details of it exactly, but only because he’d been too busy watching Sans sigh and untense, slumped against him as he drowsily watched. The small breathy laughter and hums of enjoyment had made his soul squeeze with fondness.

So, maybe he’ll need to watch the movie again at some point to give it a proper review, but that’s okay. It was important for a good caretaker to consider their patient first, after all. For now, he keeps one arm curled protectively over Sans’ side where he’s snuggling into Papyrus’s chest, and the other brushing soothingly over the top of his skull.