[They're both taking this so seriously that Wade's sure he would be stifling a laugh if this had been any other situation. As it stands, it's not at all funny. Wade feels a surge of sympathy rise in his throat at the way Frisk's friend-- Chara, was it?-- takes a calming breath; glances at Frisk and then back at Wade as if they're an actor practicing their blocking in a play. It causes Wade's smile to once again grow gentle, as if calming down a frightened animal.]

Oh, you get the most important job. Stick close to your buddy here. Make sure they're doin' okay. I'm gonna be looking for broken ribs and I'm gonna try my best to be gentle, but depending on what the damage is, it's gonna hurt.

I'm gonna do my very best to stop before things get too bad, but if it looks like they can't take any more, you need to tell me, okay?

[He glances up at Frisk, doing his best not to wince at the large bruising pattern he already sees on their stomach.]

That goes for you too, champ. Don't try to be brave here. Looks like you're gonna be pretty sore regardless, but if somethin' hurts really bad I need to know about it. Otherwise I might hurt you more, and I really don't want that on my conscience, y'know?

[A nervous laugh; quickly cut off with a clearing of his throat.]

Okay. You're still okay with me touchin' you, right? I-I just wanna make sure.