Having the comfort from his own brother, it was soothing and calming for once. Even if it wasn't genuine..he felt safe around his brother for the most part even after all he went through. How could he still sit here and love his brother after the torture he went through?.. he didn't understand it himself but he knew what this world could do to a monster. He didn't see the stress his brother was getting from protecting him and being the Royal Guard. He didn't understand how frustrated his brother has been..and how that they can't control their aggression which leads to the fights and abuse. He couldn't blame him though, it must be infuriating to have this weak piece of sad shit you brother of all things. Lazy as hell and can't even take care of himself most of the time..

He did come back to reality though when his brother gently rubbed his aching back. Was he trying to soothe him?..he sort of forgot that he was still crying in the first place, the hug really caught him off guard. Though eventually after some time passed he finally got rid of his awful sobbing, his skull being stained from the warm red tears he had. Only leaving him with a few sniffles to recover.. but in the silence he heard his brother speak softly for once.

"I'm Sorry.."

Ugh..His brother didn't need to be sorry for anything. He was a coward, he deserved the torture he got from his brother. His worthless ass didn't even deserve to be on the mattress he was on, let alone in the home. And yet his brother still fought to keep him alive..for what purpose? He didn't have a purpose in life except for weighing his cooler bro down. That's all he's done..he can't even protect him anymore. So useless.

"Don't b-be sorry...I"

"Sans Hush, I Don't Want To Hear It"

He cut him off.. oh well. Though he did do as told for just once, his sniffles soon faded as well. Letting his body relax into the only person he could even trust in this universe. The brother he had known his whole life up to now..having those good and bad memories. Even ones the other will never ever remember. Oh how he didn't deserve his secretly caring brother who only wanted him stronger and active. But with the sadness and misery there was no motivation to do anything. Even the brother threatening to not make him dinner or take his mustard away wasn't motivating. Because the past already damaged him enough to not care, plus he had a secret stash of mustard in his room anyways for emergencies.

It was off putting that he could be so angered one minute, then calming the next. Maybe just knowing that his brother cared is what made him relax. Even if he felt so hated still at the same time. His brother could achieve so much if he could just let him dust..and yet he still holds on to him.

Like he was something to live for.

Though the taller skeleton with a concerned look moved himself to look at the sad skeleton infront of him. He felt guilt again for his selfish ways, why the hell couldn't he just make his younger brother look up to him like he should? Or make him proud for once?

Why was it so fucking hard to accomplish something for him.

"Sans..You Need To Stop Bottling Up Your Feelings..You're Hurting Yourself More Than You Need Too.."

The younger sibling spoke softly, though his eyes averted away from the much more confident skeleton. He was right, but it was needed. It's either stress his brother out more, or let him try to be happy and hide everything to please him. It was hard to say the least..

He didn't deserve him.
He didn't deserve Papyrus.

And his brother didn't deserve him..he deserved much better. If only he could gain the courage to train like his brother and try to make him proud. Oh how he wished one day he wouldn't have to cower in fear behind his very cool brother anymore from his HP.

If only his HP could just rise like his brothers

But it didn't.