what use is a present if you just leave it to look pretty

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For all the time they've been at the castle, Frisk's never really hung around the Edge.

What would the point be? There's a lot more inside, where the rooms are ever-shifting, and the gardens are always full of sunlight and only a few clouds high above. If they really wanted to watch clouds moving, they could just go into one of the towers or higher halls and watch out the windows.

...and the Edge was a reminder that the castle's all there really is, and they don't...like thinking about that all the time.

But now that they've been guiding newcomers there to prove yes, this is all real, they've realized...it's not bad out there. It's beautiful, seeing the clouds close up like that, and the grass is comfortable, and the wind is nice against their face, even if it's kind of cold. And that last bit is helpful in another way, too--

High above the Edge, maybe even visible from the castle's other towers and the gardens, a red kite flies--after several attempts, almost staying in the air before falling out of sight again, once, twice, three time, four...eighth time's the charm.  It's Frisk's gift from Serif and S-4, with its kitty face, though that's impossible to see from so far below. 

Frisk themselves is just sitting cross-legged in the grass, holding onto the kite's spool tightly, watching it disappear and reappear with the clouds' movements. 

They hadn't thought about how that would telegraph exactly where they are, but that's fine. They won't mind if people come to keep them company.

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Barnaby is starting to listen, so even if Frisk doesn't know, he does. He can hear their reassuring tone, and as he pulls his hands away from his ears to instead tug on his hair, he can hear the child's soft words. All baseless reassurances, but with his name attached, and... and they've picked up the nickname.

Kotetsu's stupid nickname was the one thing that brought him back to himself when he'd been brainwashed into thinking his partner and only friend was a murderer. Now it brings him back from the brink of a panic attack, just slightly, just enough to speak.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to see this, I didn't mean to..." He breathes out a half sigh, half sob, slumps back down onto the ground so he can bring his knees up to his chest and clutch to them instead of trying to rip out his hair.

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Frisk's still standing. They just move to rubbing his upper back for a little bit, and then move their hand higher, petting his hair too.

This is uncomfortably familiar. (At least he's not mad and breaking stuff.)

"'S okay, Barnaby. It's okay. 'M not--not--not mad or anything. It's alright. You're okay. You're gonna be okay. Really, really really."

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They're touching his hair, and it's stupid, but it feels familiar and soothing. He's always connected it with comfort, since his father would ruffle his hair and tease him about taking after his mother so much.

It's little touches like that that has ensured Barnaby's anxiety hasn't turned into utter anger right now. He's calming down, slowly. Slowly, despite every part of him wondering how Frisk can know they're going to be okay.

He breathes out another shaky, wet sigh.

"I... I don't know how long it will take. To be okay."

After twenty years of this, who knows how long it will take?

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Pet, pet. It's soothing for them as well as Barnaby. And it makes them feel like they're doing something.

"That's okay." Pause. No, wait. Sounds weird. "I mean...it's okay you're...not, right now. You've got time to get okay." In the current situation, they mean, but it can mean in the castle too.

They swipe their eyes with their sleeve, pause again, glance at Barnaby-bunny's soaked face, and decide to use their scarf on him. Wiping off his cheeks. They move slow, though, trying not to make him any more freaked out.

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He shakes his head, tries to remember to breathe through his nose, out through his mouth. This is helping. It's slow, but it's certainly helping. His heart isn't going to thump out of his chest, at least.

"Even if I do have time... I shouldn't have broken down in front of you. That's... not fair."

His eyes widen as they move their scarf towards him.

"No, you don't have to do that..."

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"Don't worry 'bout it. I'm okay, too." They want to ask why this happened, what they did wrong in the first place, but they don't want him to start freaking out more.

Too late, he didn't push their hand down, so they're already rubbing the tears away. "Your face is wet, 'course I do. 'S not like it'll mess up my scarf or anything." Unless his superpowers include tears that melt stuff or something.

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He isn't ready to tell them. He barely thinks he can tell Kotetsu, and Kotetsu worked for months to built their trust up. Frisk doesn't need to know. It will only upset them.

He huffs softly, but they keep wiping his tears despite his complaining.

"...Thank you," he finally mumbles.

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"Welcome." A real tissue would probably be better, but it's not like there's any around here. Maybe some of the silk blankets somewhere. Not that they can just take off and find some--definitely, definitely not leaving him alone after all this.

Unknowingly, their scarf loosens and sinks down, showing their normally-hidden throat and angry scar beneath.

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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?"

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He pulls back and so do they, worried that they'd slid over a boundary or poked him in the eye or something--and then they see where he's looking.

Frisk visibly struggles with a flash of irritation. He doesn't need that right now, it's not his fault he doesn't know and is worried about it. "Yeah. 'S old. Don't worry." They tug their scarf back into place.

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"...It doesn't still hurt?"

His question is quiet, unsure. They seem upset, and he doesn't want to push it, but if they need assistance with the wound, he doesn't want to just leave them like that.

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"No. I mean, my voice does when I get loud. But that--" they jab a thumb at where it's hidden, because of course they know exactly where it is without looking or feeling for it "--doesn't. It's okay."

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"...Sorry. It just looks like a nasty scar. I couldn't help but be concerned."

He's gotten plenty of nasty scars too, but that's the nature of being a hero. It shouldn't be the same for a kid.

"...What happened?"

[dustless]

It is nasty. Right across their jugular, he might notice.

"...Somebody got here, and thought getting here was my fault, and attacked me." They sigh through their nose. It's technically the truth. "I'm fine."

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He did see that. He's still trying to puzzle out how someone could survive an injury like that.

"Did they actually cut through the neck? I'm surprised you managed to live through that." He frowns. "Where is the one who attacked you now?"

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They visibly flinch, gears in their head turning--they could make something up, but what if he asks around?

"...don't worry about it. We talked, it's not gonna happen again."

They loosen their grip on the spool, watching their kite fly higher instead of at Barnaby and his concerned just-crying eyes.

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"You talked? And they actually listened to you? How can you trust them? They could have killed you, or others."

Someone who attempts murder on an innocent person should at least be imprisoned. It's just not fair for a child to have to go through that.

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"Yes they listened, I trust what they said, they're--it's complicated, okay?" They give him a sharp look from the edge of their eyes. "It was months an' months ago." He'd better not be trying to blame himself for stuff that was happened before he got here just 'cause he saw their scar.

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"...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up something uncomfortable."

Immediately, he stops, looks away. He pushed too far. He should have seen the signs of distress and stopped but he didn't. He just kept going like an idiot.

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Frisk ducks their head and drops down, scooting close again.

"Yeah. Well. Me neither." They must've said something to make him cry.

[ojisankink]

"That certainly was not your fault. I didn't even know I'd react that way, so you can't be blamed for not noticing."

Which does make him curious. Why exactly did he start panicking?

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"...still sorry."

They take a quiet breath and lean over, sort of putting their arm over his back again. Mini-hug, if he wants it. If he doesn't, they'll back off.

[ojisankink]

A mini-hug is still a hug, but at least he manages not to stiffen up, wrapping an arm around them to give them a slight squeeze.

"No need to apologize. It's okay."