'Still sorry.' Not said, just mouthed. They don't even know if Chara can see it, staring out, the glass reflection not clear enough.
Chara does sound like...their younger self, and Frisk's stomach twists. They don't know how to feel about it. They don't know what they're feeling in the first place.
They put their hands back onto their lap. "...Sure. Let's." They press their face against the glass again, too. A pity they'll be hyperaware of Chara sitting there now, every slight movement they might make, but if it makes them feel better, then okay. They can handle being quiet and still and waiting.
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Chara does sound like...their younger self, and Frisk's stomach twists. They don't know how to feel about it. They don't know what they're feeling in the first place.
They put their hands back onto their lap. "...Sure. Let's." They press their face against the glass again, too. A pity they'll be hyperaware of Chara sitting there now, every slight movement they might make, but if it makes them feel better, then okay. They can handle being quiet and still and waiting.