He's... jiggling, all of a sudden, once Mettaton starts brushing him. The surreal nature of all of this has slapped him in the face and broken something, maybe, because his drooping face suggests he's cracking the fuck up. Laughing himself silly.

He's a pile of slush on a bed being beaten with a makeup brush by a celebrity ghost haunting a metal body.

Yeah.

[Yes. Yes, I'm comfortable.]