[Papyrus keeps his arms around him, leaning his forehead against Ban's back. The other is still a foot taller than him, and it feels like even more when he's not slouching drunk like he usually is. The familiarity of this doesn't escape Papyrus' thoughts. Not because he's felt this way personally, but...

...A real friend would be able to help Ban figure this out, right? Even if he doesn't know if what he's going to say is right, or works, or will even make a difference... He has to at least try. ]

I don't... know what she's like. I can't speak for her. But...

I don't think she'd want you to be miserable about this.

[Or maybe she would?? But that doesn't sound like the kind of person Ban would like enough to love.]

I know sometimes people can't help it. They have bad days, and even worse days... and it's a fight to even get up in the morning.

[Papyrus is quieter, for a moment.]

Sometimes even my best encouragement... won't work.

[After pausing for a moment after that, his voice rocks back up to it's usual loudness. Not yelling, but... not quite so dejected sounding either.]

Maybe it doesn't mean a lot... but I'm glad you're alive. I'm glad I got to know you! I'm glad we got to be friends.

And I'm glad you haven't given up. I think she would be too.