Bendy doesn't turn towards Papyrus, but his eyes swivel towards him, two large dark circles staring from right at the edge of his blank-leaving. His head rolls around a bit between his shoulders, wondering about the question. Is he okay? He's not sure. No one's said anything on the matter yet. He supposes no one has told him he's not okay, and someone would certainly let him know if that were the case. So it stands to reason he must be fine.

...Goodness, all that guesswork and thinking for one little question, while poor Papyrus has to wait around for him to muddle it through. Having someone decide for him really is the simpler option.

His head bobs the affirmative. Yes, theoretically, he is okay.