They're usually better at keeping it together. Knowing that just has their stomach sinking lower.

Right. They're remembering. "Lookit what? Hate this place," they mutter, making sure their legs are staying steady.

Still, it's home, they're also remembering. Maybe this is what it does to people who don't want to go somewhere else.

Frisk looks at the mess of their room. "...I gotta clean," they say helplessly.