Sans follwed after Frisk, Papyrus right behind him as they all tromped down the stairs. Well, technically he did all the tromping. He was just so tired, but he couldn't fell back asleep. Not after this.

He was calmed by Frisk's promise, but deep down doubt still clutched at his soul, clawing at it with a desperation he knew all too well.  He was conflicted in how he should feel. He truly loved Frisk, he did, but some tiny corner of his soul also feared her. She had the power to rest all of this. To destroy years worth of memories in seconds, but she promised she wouldn't. She promised.

Heh, he was such a sucker for her though.

Steadying himself, Sans took a seat next to Frisk and set his hands on the table. His face. He had to smile. He... He had to let them know it was all ok.

He forced his bones to relax, putting on the most convincing grin he could muster, though it mostly served to show off how worn out and desperately tired he was. And he was so lost in thought that he visibly flinched when Paps set a steaming cup of cocoa in from of him. Trying to convince himself, Sans let out a light chuckle and took his mug in both hands, sipping on it to save himself from explaining the small jump.

Papyrus took a seat, his expression worried, but he didn't say anything. He hadn't heard what had been exchanged upstairs, but he was going to leave it to Frisk now. After all, only they knew what was wrong, Papyrus was just their support.

The taller skeleton took a sip of his own drink, trying to think of something to break the tension. But.... He couldn't seem to come up with even one topic. Typically he was a talkative guy with some amazing topic on his metaphorical tongue, but in this situation, he was at a loss.

What if Sans and Frisk just needed some alone time? Then... Maybe they could talk.

He really didn't want to leave them home alone, not after the night they'd had. So maybe just leaving them in the same room alone would be enough? At least for them to initiate whatever needed to be said.

Standing up, Papyrus chugged the rest of his cocoa and smiled down at the pair,"WELL I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, MUST GO SHOWER FOR THE DAY!" He didn't say anything more as he begrudgingly left his mug on the table in favor for a speedy getaway. He hoped Frisk would forgive him for that.

Sans was confused about his brothers' antics, but didn't say anything about it. Instead, he was focused on keeping cool. Up until now he'd done such a great job in feigning ignorance of the past timelines, but he'd messed up. Of course he was sure Frisk knew he remembered before any of this had gone down, but now he couldn't even fake it. Couldn't feign the innocence of the situation he wished he had.

He took a tense chug of cocoa.

Stars, he needed something to eat. Just something to distract him and calm his jittery nerves. Sadly, the heartwarming drink just wasn't cutting it.