"And then I am going to yell at him! With love and concern!!" It bursts out of him, and he rubs at his skull as if to massage his temper away. A few knuckle clackings later, Papyrus sighs. "He's been so responsible, and organized, and active this year? It's very unlike him, and I've been so proud! But he had me. He doesn't really... take care of himself."