Papyrus's head bobs in a stiff sort of nod, mouth twitching in a sympathetic smile at the apparent universality of siblings. "Sans would say, the same thing."
He says this like he's imagining it, all too aware of what his brother might do or say in any circumstance. But Sans did say the same thing, variations on it multiple times - that it was time to learn to nap, to just get some sleep, to rest so he'll feel better sooner, and so on. Sokka surely heard a couple rounds of it, the awkward concern and too-casual coverups alike, just from being around the house.
But the sympathy is thoughtful, conflicted, shifting to a distracted frown. Papyrus can't entirely relate to being glad of a sibling not being here. Not when he'd been so desperately relieved to find Sans despite all the strangeness - no, because of all the strangeness of the circumstances here. Finding himself uncannily human, in a strangely outdated human surface town, without any explanation, was a shock. Acclimating to the differences of body and technology and social mores, while trying not to let on the full details of just how much this life isn't his... The Great Papyrus surely rose to the occasion, of course! But it was tricky. And it helps now to have the reassurance of his brother around, both for his company and for the confirmation of the memories of his life.
He doesn't know how to say any of that, though. Their circumstances are probably wildly different. It's not as if this Sokka - apparently not actually a roundabout nickname for the floor sock, it turns out - would have a similar context. Humans don't live in such isolated places where they can't reach the rest of the world, even if they do apparently also face invasions from hostile outsiders. Their lost can be confirmed as dead, not disappeared as dust in the snow or water if murdered. And the particular challenges Papyrus has faced, the struggle to take leadership and bring levity and hope to dismal circumstances for others' and his own benefit...
Well. He's more used to looking to his brother for some reminders and structure, now. Even in the face of this unrequested 'vacation', or the exciting education opportunities apparently available. His eyes drift to the television's screen again, where he watches the reflection of Sokka's back. Sans said to sleep, Sokka's sister would say to sleep, but Sokka is talking to him. "And... you would tell me... something else?"
life happens! o/\o
He says this like he's imagining it, all too aware of what his brother might do or say in any circumstance. But Sans did say the same thing, variations on it multiple times - that it was time to learn to nap, to just get some sleep, to rest so he'll feel better sooner, and so on. Sokka surely heard a couple rounds of it, the awkward concern and too-casual coverups alike, just from being around the house.
But the sympathy is thoughtful, conflicted, shifting to a distracted frown. Papyrus can't entirely relate to being glad of a sibling not being here. Not when he'd been so desperately relieved to find Sans despite all the strangeness - no, because of all the strangeness of the circumstances here. Finding himself uncannily human, in a strangely outdated human surface town, without any explanation, was a shock. Acclimating to the differences of body and technology and social mores, while trying not to let on the full details of just how much this life isn't his... The Great Papyrus surely rose to the occasion, of course! But it was tricky. And it helps now to have the reassurance of his brother around, both for his company and for the confirmation of the memories of his life.
He doesn't know how to say any of that, though. Their circumstances are probably wildly different. It's not as if this Sokka - apparently not actually a roundabout nickname for the floor sock, it turns out - would have a similar context. Humans don't live in such isolated places where they can't reach the rest of the world, even if they do apparently also face invasions from hostile outsiders. Their lost can be confirmed as dead, not disappeared as dust in the snow or water if murdered. And the particular challenges Papyrus has faced, the struggle to take leadership and bring levity and hope to dismal circumstances for others' and his own benefit...
Well. He's more used to looking to his brother for some reminders and structure, now. Even in the face of this unrequested 'vacation', or the exciting education opportunities apparently available. His eyes drift to the television's screen again, where he watches the reflection of Sokka's back. Sans said to sleep, Sokka's sister would say to sleep, but Sokka is talking to him. "And... you would tell me... something else?"