It's kind of weird. They're a tiny bit stiff when his eyes flare up, but they want to trust him, so they don't pull away. They do instinctively settle their fingers between S4's, though, in something that isn't quite holding hands, but feels close enough for them to feel a bit more comfortable.
"...Thank you," they breathe. Not so fragile anymore. And they hadn't known he could do that at all--they should've, maybe, since they always woke up in the garage fine...though that might've been just their blacking out? Frisk isn't sure. Also, their thoughts are wandering, and they should try avoiding that.
They rub at their eyes with their other hand and give him a little smile. "'S much better."
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Date: 2016-01-02 10:00 pm (UTC)It's kind of weird. They're a tiny bit stiff when his eyes flare up, but they want to trust him, so they don't pull away. They do instinctively settle their fingers between S4's, though, in something that isn't quite holding hands, but feels close enough for them to feel a bit more comfortable.
"...Thank you," they breathe. Not so fragile anymore. And they hadn't known he could do that at all--they should've, maybe, since they always woke up in the garage fine...though that might've been just their blacking out? Frisk isn't sure. Also, their thoughts are wandering, and they should try avoiding that.
They rub at their eyes with their other hand and give him a little smile. "'S much better."