[Well, it's a relief that the mysteriously right here human isn't here in some kind of assassination attempt or something. Even if opening the window could be used for others to get into wherever this is.
But that divided attention, that sudden movement into assessment of the view from the window...]
Oh, you're not where you're supposed to be, either.
[The realization is a mix of relief, foreboding, and comradery. Here they are, in the same boat, here. The same bed.
But he's been laying here watching and trying to make sense of things long enough, so he pushes himself to sitting, dangles feet off the edge of the bed.]
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But that divided attention, that sudden movement into assessment of the view from the window...]
Oh, you're not where you're supposed to be, either.
[The realization is a mix of relief, foreboding, and comradery. Here they are, in the same boat, here. The same bed.
But he's been laying here watching and trying to make sense of things long enough, so he pushes himself to sitting, dangles feet off the edge of the bed.]
I'm the grea-- Well, I'm Papyrus.