Frisk wishes it wasn't them, but they don't wish it was him instead, or anyone. They were strong, they'll...be fine. Again. Eventually. They'll make themselves be fine, make themselves trust their friends and follow adults around instead of wanting to go hide at their size and shape in the corner of their eye.
Those aren't good thoughts, if it was somebody else. Later. It's not fun.
It's not a very good joke, either--they don't get it--but they try to smile anyway, even if it's tiny and crooked and doesn't last. "What?"
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Date: 2017-06-20 03:59 am (UTC)Those aren't good thoughts, if it was somebody else. Later. It's not fun.
It's not a very good joke, either--they don't get it--but they try to smile anyway, even if it's tiny and crooked and doesn't last. "What?"