Papyrus was careful to not wake Sans as they both left the bed and headed for the stairs. Although, he was pretty sure that even if they'd tried to wake him, Sans would still be perfectly, blissfully asleep, which was strange in itself.

Sure Sans slept a lot and at times was a heavy sleeper, but he rarely ever missed Papyrus' early bedtime schedule(one where he also fell asleep shortly after Paps). But it looked as if he hadn't gotten any sleep at all last night. What on earth could Sans have been doing that was more important to him than sleep? He made a mental note to sneak into Sans' room later.

As Frisk settled down at the table, Papyrus carried on to the cabinet and began digging around inside for the hot chocolate mix. Hearing her apology, he paused a moment and looked to her.

Frisk looked so worn out and tired, like she hadn't slept in days.

Should he ask about the dreams?

No. If Frisk or Sans wanted to talk about them, they would. He would just keep making them smile and hope it was enough to at least comfort them. Resuming his search, he spoke gently,"DO NOT WORRY, FRISK! IF YOU ARE HAVING A BAD DREAM, THE LEAST WE CAN DO IS BE THERE FOR YOU.... YOU'RE PART OF OUR FAMILY AND WE LOVE YOU." Paps punctuated his words with a quiet "Nyeh heh heh" as he finally found the box he was searching for and pulled it down onto the counter.

He grabbed two mugs and poured a generous amount of the mix into each before hunting down a pot and filling it with water. " AND BESIDES THAT, SANS HAS NIGHTMARES TOO. SO DO NOT WORRY. WHEN I WAS LITTLE, HE WOULD ALWAYS COME TO MY ROOM, NO MATTER WHAT TIME OF NIGHT AND COMFORT ME. SOMETIMES... HE'D EVEN COME IF HE WAS THE ONE WHO NEEDED COMFORTING," he carried on as he set the pot on the stove and waited for the water to come to a boil.

Perhaps hearing about Sans' nightmares might help her a bit.

They used to be bad back before Frisk came to live with with them. Sans would wake up screaming with his room set ablaze in blue flames and his gasters at the ready, but even when he'd finally calm down, Sans would just stay in his room like everything was alright.

It disturbed Papyrus.

But he wouldn't say anything. Stars forbid he even hint at it. Sans would just smile tiredly and crack some lame pun, or leave to head to one of his many jobs. Speaking of which, Sans had been slacking on his work! And his puzzles!! But after a night like this, he supposed he could let it go. Just this once.

Paps left that thought as the water began to boil and set to carefully pouring the proper amount in each cup. Once finished, he left the pot on a low heat incase Sans decided to get up in a little while.

He stirred each cup and walked to the fridge, snagging a container of whipped cream and put a small dallop in Frisk's. He did a quick clean up before bringing both cups to the table and setting Frisk's down in front of her, taking the seat across from her.

He took a sip of his hot chocolate, smiling at the sweetness before looking down into his cup.

He... He knew what he was about to ask Frisk was a bit selfish, but.... She was the only one who could do it.

Looking to the human with a guilty smile, Papyrus wasn't sure how exactly to ask this. " FRISK... I KNOW THAT SANS HIDES THINGS FROM EVERYONE, I'M SURE YOU KNOW TOO. AND I KNOW HE THINKS THAT HE CAN CARRY EVERYTHING INSIDE LIKE NOTHING IS WRONG, BUT..... I THINK HE SHOULD TALK TO SOMEONE. AT LEAST HAVE ONE PERSON HE CAN SHARE THE BURDEN WITH. I.... I KNOW THIS IS A SELFISH REQUEST, SO IF YOU REFUSE, THEN I UNDERSTAND, BUT.... WILL YOU LOOK AFTER HIM? THERE ARE THINGS THAT I DO NOT UNDERSTAND, BUT I THINK THAT YOU DO. AND... IF SOMEONE CAN RELATE TO HIM, THEN I AM SURE HE WILL BE OKAY."

He was tentative to hear her answer. After all, it wasn't her responsibility to look after Sans, it was his, but.... If she could understand what he was going through better than him...