His sobs almost drown out the sound of Frisk's voice, but the touch to his arm shocks him enough to silence him slightly, enough to hear their voice. Quickly, he blinks his tears away, trying to focus on the blurry picture in front of him. Frisk is still in front of him, but... their eyes are open.

"Frisk...!" He chokes on another sob, his hand pulling away from them to press to his mouth as his eyesockets widen in shock. They can't really be okay... Is he just seeing things?