He wants to be left alone, but he doubts that's going to happen any time soon, with his outburst. He curses himself for going this far, especially since he knows he'll be wound up the rest of the day and won't be able to convince Frisk he's alright.

His eyes trail down the scarf until they reach Frisk's neck, and they widen at the sight of that ugly scar. He immediately pulls away from the fabric still wiping his tears.

"Are you alright?"