Frisk quietly gives him the moment to pull himself back together. They can temper red with cyan when they need to, and he needs it. Their brow is crinkled in concern, but they can't try an attempt at comforting touch in the body of the touch-averse. Not without tipping the scales of the delicate balance of power in a way they're unwilling to risk.

There's a bark of a laugh in the back of the mindscape when Gaster signs. No, Chara doesn't believe it. Not when they have suffered, and likely will again, and while the tower of their seeing all Gasters as facets of one individual has been struck a blow to the foundations here today, it is still standing.

Doesn't want either of them to suffer doesn't presume that suffering won't happen.

They would like to not suffer, very much.

It has more of an effect on Frisk, who has their own plans lying elsewhere. [Sorry], they say automatically, because even though they weren't the one that initially pressed and dug, they could have done more to stop it, or not have continued speaking of it. [Shouldn't've happened to you either.]

There's guilt there, and they don't know why. There's usually guilt, even for things that logically they can acknowledge they didn't have all that much control over.