Frisk is...very close, by the time they stop. Close enough he could reach out to touch them if he tried. But they trust he won't try.

They don't trust themselves quite as much, but they're holding up for the moment, even if they fussily want to wipe off those tears, or pull him into a hug.

Frisk keeps their hands at their sides and shakes their head. "Sorry, dunno that game. Can you tell me 'bout it?"