Sans feels like he's prickling inside and he doesn't like it. He doesn't like any of what's going on right now, but the way his own feelings jerk around and clench at his stomach isn't helpful right now. He needs to get Papyrus off this lawn. He can't leave Papyrus alone like this.

"Yeah, I figured you didn't just appear right here," Sans says, but honestly, can he really prove Papyrus didn't? Sans still doesn't know the rules of this place. Regardless, he reaches for Papyrus's hand to try and pull him upright, prepared to let Papyrus lean on him. He really hopes his extra foot of height and however much mass will help him out here. (It will, but he's never tested it before right now.) "C'mon. I've got a couch."