[The more Papyrus spoke, the more Mettaton felt he might melt. It was as if he wanted to cry, but not really. Because while it was uncomfortable, the feeling was warm.

It was also complicated, but familiar. The same feeling he had attributed to Papyrus being around, and which he had been so frustrated by for the longest time.]

No, we don't have to look for it, darling. Someone...already found most of it. And Alphys has one of my arms. I'll just need to wait for it to be repaired.

[So Papyrus thought he was brave, huh? Well, he ought to live up to that expectation.]

I know I've just apologized to you for my poor behavior, but...there is another thing I wanted to talk to you about, sweetheart. It's important.