This seems... off. So very, very off. Sure, there's a tree. Sure, there are ornament boxes, but what would normally bring warmth and delight to a room just rings hollow. Papyrus can already tell.

He looks from the past Adrien to the present one, rubbing his neck before daring to speak. This is... personal. So very personal, but...

"ARE YOU GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT?"

That seems the important question here.