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[Juuust going to sink back in that armchair. It's very cushion-y.]

I'd not noticed them, really! Perhaps I should get some sleep.

[He did not sound like he wanted to get any sleep.]

bonedoggle

papyrus. [It's very stern]

how long has it been since you've gotten a good nights' sleep, anyway?

skelefont

[He actually winced--]

... What is today?

[That likely meant "too long", honestly.[

bonedoggle

[That was, not the sort of reaction Sans wanted.]

uh, friday?

[Sans lazily slumps into the chair next to Papyrus.]

this isn't like you...

skelefont

Four days then, I think.

[The nightmares had been preventing him from sleeping, he'd only grabbed an hour of rest somewhere in there.

Shifting enough to give Sans room there beside him, rubbing at bone between sockets.]

I haven't been sleeping very well when I have attempted it, to be honest.

bonedoggle

[Sans shakes his head.]

something's been bothering you, hasn't it?

skelefont

Just... just nightmares.

[He felt he could say that much at least, it wasn't a lie and it wasn't everything. It was safe.]

These past few nights, they started just a few days ago.

bonedoggle

yeah, i "just" have nightmares, too.

[Really, that's not gonna be something that'll ease Sans's worries, in fact, it makes it worse.]

skelefont

I'm sorry, Sans.

[He was, even if he wasn't very clear as to why.]

bonedoggle

[There's a small, frustrated noise.]

something's bothering you, you can't hide that from me!

skelefont

[What could he say? It could be so easy to even accidentally break the promises he made to Dad...

A hand rested over his face, a small shuddered sigh let out.]

I don't want to worry you, and I'm not doing a very good job of that. I-

... I keep seeing death in my dreams, brother. I can't sleep. I'm tired of keeping things to myself because I promised I would.

[That was vague enough to not break his promises, right.]

bonedoggle

you...

you...

[Sans buries his face in his hands for a moment, give him a minute]

you're acting like me, papyrus!

skelefont

Sans...

[He winced at his own hesitation, brow furrowed, a hand carefully rested against his brother's shoulder. Was this really...?]

I'm sorry- I'm so, so sorry.

[For what.]

bonedoggle

for what?

why are you keeping something from me?

to the point that you're making yourself sick?!

skelefont

I'm afraid.

[Quietly, Sans was close enough to hear him perfectly fine. Gaze dropping, and... he looked ashamed of himself.

When had he gotten like this?]

I'm sorry that I am keeping something from you, I'm sorry that I- I'm disappointed in myself, but I promised, Sans. I promised.

bonedoggle

promised...?

skelefont

I promised to-

[That didn't make it right, no matter the thought behind it. Actually grimacing.]

To not tell you.

bonedoggle

...

[He doesn't like the sound of this.]

not tell me what?

skelefont

A few things.

[Sinking back against that chair, into himself in a way.]

bonedoggle

[Sans leans forward, resting his head in his hands, clearly frustrated.]

like what?

skelefont

[This was going to keep going, wasn't it--]

What were you told happened to me when you first got here? When I got tired out easily and recovering from something.

bonedoggle

that... that you were ill.

skelefont

... That was a lie.

[Face buried against a hand, leaning against the arm of that chair a little heavily.]

Dad made me promise to keep saying I'd been ill, but... but I wasn't.