Ah. Sans is quiet yet again. Then he nods slowly, then turns around to pick his jacket up off the floor.

"Alright. Your choice. But the offer's still on the table if you ever change your mind."

Meaning Papyrus will probably leave the door unlocked, at least. So will Sans, but the fact still stood. It wasn't his decision to make.

After Mettaton speaks up, there's a short silence on the other end. Sans quirks a browbone.

"What, you wanted to watch us hug it out?"

Papyrus is the first to speak. "SORT OF--"

"W-We just thought!! You'd be in there! For a few more hours... give or take."

"Give or take, yeah," Sans snorts, glancing at Mettaton. "We might've taken our damn time all the time."

Not even a second later, his phone buzzes. He blinks and takes it out. It's Toriel. Apparently, Frisk was there.

"... Darn time."

It's not like the kid hasn't heard them all curse before. But he had a feeling the door would be closed a lot longer if he didn't "correct" himself. That and, well, Toriel apparently just got there. She hadn't been around to hear all their earlier expletives.