[Undyne moves close, and Alphys has to fight the compulsion to flop herself close, to cuddle up and say nothing. At least this dream isn't forcing her to do anything she doesn't want to, or at least outside of her room. Still, she scoots closer, puts a hand on Undyne's back, giving it a little comforting rub on her shoulderblade.]

Yeah, uh, depression doesn't really go away a lot of the time? It sucks. I should've been checking up on you more, but uh, I also got too scared and nervous and then I just stayed in bed all day.

[Fuckin. Nailed it. The next part is something she usually wouldn't draw attention to, but seeing as she's now being forced, Alphys doesn't have the option of politeness.]

Photos? And uh... a d-dream? What happened?