Uh. [That answer draws Papyrus up short, even as he has to admit to himself, he was somewhat expecting it. It makes sense of what he does and doesn't remember, what others remember...] Ummm.

...Yes, okay, that's a good enough reason to be weird. [Judged and found not wanting by Papyrus, for once in a blue moon. Sans should be proud.

But the humorous interjection only takes so long, and this isn't really a situation where he wants to deflect with humor. Sans is being serious, after all. Papyrus shifts his weight, sticks his feet out so he can see how they stretch away from him.]

So we lost... him, from something like that. Then you had a close call... [Even having decided to talk about things, it's hard to say the words outright. He grimaces again.] And that, reminded you?