[As he takes the time to explain, Frisk takes the time to consider what they would want, if their situation was reversed. If they had a big, dark secret (which...they do) and they had to tell someone, what kind of response would they want? What would they hope for?
They'd hope for nothing to change.]
I see.
[A pause, and they reach out. Around his SOUL and to his arm, giving it a gentle pat. It's no less careful than the support they've given him prior- but it's not more so, either. Because if it's that bad, if it's always been that way, then he'd know if they were going to hurt him.
And they aren't.]
...Thank you for telling me. Um.
And I'm sorry I yelled. And-- got angry before.
[A rueful twitch of their lips; the shadow of a shrug. Wasn't his fault, really. And it's easier if he doesn't assume that their responses are some kind of personal failure, on his part.
no subject
They'd hope for nothing to change.]
I see.
[A pause, and they reach out. Around his SOUL and to his arm, giving it a gentle pat. It's no less careful than the support they've given him prior- but it's not more so, either. Because if it's that bad, if it's always been that way, then he'd know if they were going to hurt him.
And they aren't.]
...Thank you for telling me. Um.
And I'm sorry I yelled. And-- got angry before.
[A rueful twitch of their lips; the shadow of a shrug. Wasn't his fault, really. And it's easier if he doesn't assume that their responses are some kind of personal failure, on his part.
The problem's not Sans.]