He doesn't know why it upsets him. He can't examine his own emotions without someone explaining them to him, telling him he's Happy. The little crown he'd been detailing onto the sketch's head turns into a thick black scrawl. The paper is shoved away rather than crumpled.
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He doesn't know why it upsets him. He can't examine his own emotions without someone explaining them to him, telling him he's Happy. The little crown he'd been detailing onto the sketch's head turns into a thick black scrawl. The paper is shoved away rather than crumpled.
"Why-- are you here?"
He thinks he's Upset. He doesn't like it.