[They fumble for a moment. Pull away to try and tie the bracelet back around their wrist, but their fingers are nervous and clumsy and shaky, and it takes so long that their face starts to burn, that even three seconds feels like an hour leaving Frisk waiting, that maybe they'll take long enough that it inches into feeling like rejection. It doesn't even occur to them to ask for help instead of trying to do it one-handed, but that's... ha ha, that's Chara, right?
The word "crybaby" creeps up the back of their thoughts, and they forcefully stomp it down. Pretend not to see the glimmering in the corner of Frisk's eyes. Don't say anything bad. They might feel like it's their fault Sans had to pick up the slack. He's been doing a lot of that lately, hasn't he? Trying to hold these two prepubescent disasters together when they're almost single-mindedly focused on falling apart.]
It's not a good sign when Sans is the most together one out of all of us, is it?
[They try to joke, even if joking about Sans being lazy is probably mean. Slip their hands into Frisk's. Gently, be gentle, don't be too rough and too forceful and too much. Just... resting their hands against Frisk's.
Just... resting.]
It feels like it's been so long since we... I've been trying so hard not to think about it. Not to register how much I - I missed this.
[Take shelter behind LOVE, for all the good it's been doing them so far. Do everything they can to keep it at arm's length, to shut emotion out entirely. Hurts less if you never actually get close enough to it to process it, right? But it's a hurt that time hasn't dulled. They just... kept on eroding and eroding, huh? And now they look at Frisk's hands, and remember...]
Remember the times when we were so - so safe that we didn't even have to ask before we touched? And now it's like I... I hardly even know how to come near you. It's strange, isn't it?
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The word "crybaby" creeps up the back of their thoughts, and they forcefully stomp it down. Pretend not to see the glimmering in the corner of Frisk's eyes. Don't say anything bad. They might feel like it's their fault Sans had to pick up the slack. He's been doing a lot of that lately, hasn't he? Trying to hold these two prepubescent disasters together when they're almost single-mindedly focused on falling apart.]
It's not a good sign when Sans is the most together one out of all of us, is it?
[They try to joke, even if joking about Sans being lazy is probably mean. Slip their hands into Frisk's. Gently, be gentle, don't be too rough and too forceful and too much. Just... resting their hands against Frisk's.
Just... resting.]
It feels like it's been so long since we... I've been trying so hard not to think about it. Not to register how much I - I missed this.
[Take shelter behind LOVE, for all the good it's been doing them so far. Do everything they can to keep it at arm's length, to shut emotion out entirely. Hurts less if you never actually get close enough to it to process it, right? But it's a hurt that time hasn't dulled. They just... kept on eroding and eroding, huh? And now they look at Frisk's hands, and remember...]
Remember the times when we were so - so safe that we didn't even have to ask before we touched? And now it's like I... I hardly even know how to come near you. It's strange, isn't it?