[He's as gentle as he can be; even so, the touches aren't so much causing pain as they are an announcement to what's already their. Frisk sucks in a breath, and tries not to let it go, flinching under fingers that seek out the worst of it, biting their lip hard.
It hurts. It's not his fault.
All they can do, is slowly lean into Chara a little more. Take a bit of strength that the other doesn't really have to give; neither of them do, right now. Sorry, Partner. They need you, and it's not fair.]
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It hurts. It's not his fault.
All they can do, is slowly lean into Chara a little more. Take a bit of strength that the other doesn't really have to give; neither of them do, right now. Sorry, Partner. They need you, and it's not fair.]
...m-mhm.
Chara and Sans- didn't want it to kill me.