I didn’t like him when he walked out on the balcony with a blank look on his face. Like a great, inert lump, with his arms hanging limp at his side. Not a flicker of joy.
When he KNELT DOWN for a “blessing” from the crowd—Gag me with a spoon! Such a show of phony “humility”—Look at MEEE! I’m Pope! But I’m HUMBLE!!!! Look at MEEEE!—was stomach-turning.
His subsequent behavior—exiling Burke, CRUSHING the FFI like a BUG, enforcing a complete bubble around himself—shows what a completely phony pose all his “humility” is.
The lack of apparent joy... a problem. Joy comes from the Lord. The Lord can forgive many many fumbles but there is not much He can do about one who just turns his back on Him.