Sans texted me. This is how it went: (just want to point out that I'm too lazy to pick up my shoe but will write a whole conversation between me and my brother in my journal..)

Sans: Hey, Papy. How are you?

Me: Pretty good. How's it going for you?

Sans: Good.. Alphys has been teaching me a lot.

Me: That's awesome, bro.

Sans: .. I know what you tried to do to yourself..

(I stayed silent. I froze up.)

Sans: (he kept replying) I'm not angry, or even disappointed either.. Just.. please don't do that, Papyrus. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you.

(I was trying not to cry.)

Sans: So please.. I will help you any way that I can, I'll stop training with Alphys, I'll quit my job, I'll stay home with you everyday, Papy.. I just don't want you to.. get hurt..

(I had to calm down before I replied. Typing through tears isn't easy)
Me: It's okay, I promise. I'll never do it again. I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have even considered it. It was a dumb mistake, and I swear on my soul I will NEVER leave you, Sans. You're my baby bro. I wouldn't be a good brother if I left you. I promise I won't do it again.

(he was silent, then:)

Sans: I trust you. Thank you, Papy.

Me: Of course, muffins. I love you.

Sans: I love you, too. I can't wait to see you again. When can I come home?

Me: Whenever you want. Because I miss you, and I ran out of tacos.

Sans: Okay! I'll come home soon, after I talk to Alphys!

Me: Alright, just don't lose your 'train' of thought.
(I imagine his smile fading)
Sans: Papyrus, you're ruining it.

Me: Okay, okay. Just save me a 'spare rib' from your cooking lessons.

Sans: Papyrus.

Me: Aw, show me some 'mercy'.

Sans: GOTTA GO, SEE YA LATER, PAPYRUS!

Than we stopped texting. I love doing that.