"Would that were a surprise! You would think he gets enough fights being the warden, but no," Papyrus agrees, audible resignation underlying forced lightness. "Okay, so that stuff, he has changed. With being here alone, dwelling on... everything."

He pushes food around his plate for a minute, deciding what to say. "You're not 'friends' like that, but I can see you're concerned about him. I appreciate it. And share your concerns! So, uh... How much do you know about why he's stayed here, even though he's... Well, a boiling pot of unhappiness?"