Frisk bows their head. They'd maybe be hugging their own torso, but the blood on their shirt's sticky in some places and dry enough to be uncomfortable, so they resort to clenching their fists. In the 'wrong way to punch', holding onto their thumbs tight with the rest of their fingers. For the same reasons, it doesn't even occur to them to think of hugging Kotetsu.

No, he wouldn't. That's not what heroes are supposed to do.

It wasn't an accident, but maybe it could seem that way. He didn't really look at the body. Scared, uncontrollable--that was a better fit.

Kotetsu's being shockingly understanding.

"...good. But 'm still not telling right now. It's not...'s really complicated." Not really. Charas hate and distrust humanity. Even if he didn't try to FIGHT them, even if he swore he wouldn't, Frisk doubts there'd be any belief in that.

"Could ask--" they wave a hand at the kid in the shroud "'bout it later, I guess. But...I don't think it'll happen again." God, they hope not.