Papyrus blinks a few times at that comment, weighing those last pairs of words back and forth, back and forth. Right... They were going somewhere. Not quite back home, but this is Sans's home away from home, isn't it? If with all the reluctance to accept it as such, crammed away in that guess.

His left hand shakes, and spasms, before clenching up - whether it's dangling free or clutching at his brother's shoulder for support. They're supposed to make the most of this wonderful life, this beautiful community.

"Don't say that, it's... a nice house," he says, with something forced to his voice. Then, a little more quietly, he adds, "maybe... not enough lights." Not that his own new house is properly decked out in trails of colorful holiday lights, either, but... there's at least a string or two still up.