I felt a wave of emotion and light come from my weak soul as Papyrus waited for me to respond. My bro was so cool to give me the opportunity to do stuff myself.

Yeah, to most that was just a normal thing but, with how often any and all control is stripped from me I greatly appreciated it. How people liked to use me for themselves and I'd just have to do as they want or face brutal consequences. So having the choice to make my bro surprised I had gotten up or smile fondly at me as he carried me to the table were some of my favorite choices.

I let out as long and wide of a yawn as I could, going so far as to have my ecto-tongue lick off any large bits of plague. I arched my back, my rear in the air as I popped all of my limbs and spine in a single powerful stretch. Then flopping onto my side, gazing up at my taller brother. I knew he wouldn't resist me no matter what I did but he looked a bit high strung when he walked in. His soul giving off signs that it was distressed as I made an appropriate decision. I make eye lights large as I give him the best puppy eyes I have as I curl up with hands to my chest. I knew he loved it when I did little things like this, it was apparent when he had me try on a few of Alphys' cosplays one of the few times she forgot her things or when Papyrus told me how cute and tiny I was every once in a while.

The way Papyrus would look like I was the world's most precious gem he'd ever seen was always worth doing something this embarrassing. Even if I would secretly enjoy doing it for Papyrus. The way he'd curl up around me protectively and nuzzle into me. Even if he cooed at me about how adorable and small I was, it was always worth it. The genuine compliments about how much he loved such 'little' things about me always making me feel better about myself. Papyrus stopped just in front of the table as he looked at the two chairs and the couch, sweat pouring down his brow as if he were making a life long decision.

I picked up the two plates with a little blue magic and move them toward the couch for him. Now that I was right next to him, right beside his very soul, I knew he wasn't just nervous and wanted some advice. Papyrus was nervous, yes, but this was that intense nervous you got from bringing up a heavy topic or bad news that you didn't know how someone would respond to. The kinda nervous that made you feel like you ate a bucket of lead and made a sixty-pound weight for your chest. I looked at my frazzled sibling and try to piece together what exactly he could be missing. I look at the date and nothing particularly note worthy was supposed to happen today. Yesterday I had just hung out with Frisk and the past month I had been engineering for a museum as well as trying to help produce a play for the school. I hadn't had any particularly bad fights with Linda or her prissy friends.

I glow my single glow-able eye to try and help Papyrus calm down. He looked back down at me and started to slow down his breathing ever so slightly so he was perfectly calm. What could be so bad that it was literally freaking Papyrus out? Papyrus who wasn't afraid of death them self! Was he losing his job as a police officer? As naive as Papyrus might seem he was actually quite mature. He just did it because he preferred it over being serious and stern all the time. A lot of the time he was actually just over dramatic and sarcastic. It was probably how he was able to deal with my puns without falling over with giggles instantly. Wait, Why is Papyrus so worried? The house was well paid for, I had actually paid off four months of our bills in advance, so it couldn't be money issues. If Pap did lose his job we'd still be able to live just fine. In fact, I owned some businesses so if we wanted we wouldn't have to work for quite a while if need be. Even though I was saving the money for Paps to get into a college he really wanted to go to, we could use that money to stop working for a little while.

"what's up bro?" I asked softly, calmly, but still looked him in the eye so he'd see the concern and love for him that I felt. I had put my hands on his chest to balance myself to look him exactly in the eyes to be fully sure he was up for sharing his issue.

Papyrus was a little speechless if he was honest with himself. His brother was truly an amazing monster. He was smart, funny, charming, and most of all loyal and adorable. The fact that Sans still had his 'Puppy Eyes' as he tried to take seriously that his brother was concerned for him of all people right now. That his brother always put him before anyone else and it truly astonished Papyrus sometimes. That his lazy, silly, older brother, was so kind and loving but hid from everyone... but him.

"I-I-I..." Papyrus looked away for a second feeling slightly ashamed that if what he had been told was true..." I need to just do a single check on you really quick brother, alright?"

Sans' sockets widened as his eye lights shrunk as he flinched at the request. He desperately wanted to say no, to just teleport away, to deal with his problems him self, but he knew that if he ran it would just make everything worse. Sans knew he would end up being checked one day, it had happened before. Sure it happened a couple dozen Resets ago but, he remembered the love and support that he got from it. Yes, Flowey had ruined it but the months of reassurance had done him wonders. So Sans looked to the side in shame as he gave a small nod.

Papyrus was glad Sans hadn't run like he thought. He felt bad for thinking his brother would do something like that when he just wanted to do something as simple as a check, what could Sans possibly be hiding that he would be uncomfortable being checked? Then again Sans was pretty scared about it, his whole frame rattling gently as he was curled slightly inward, his hands more firm on his chest before he moved them. If Sans was letting him do it despite his obvious nervousness it can't be too bad. If Sans was willing to let him in, it must be fine. It was probably one of Frisk and Flowey's pranks again and he'll give them both a good scolding. His brother's well being was not a joke... but then what was Sans scared of?