She's probably bruising them with her grip. And something inside them; something raw, and real, and all too persistent, rails against the rough treatment, scattered thoughts of what it means when an adult grabs at you like this rattling through their brain at a mile a minute and Chara is shaking all the harder for it, but they don't let go.

Because right now they're having trouble remembering to breathe, and the rapid heartbeat beneath their fingers causes their chest to move in tandem. Inhale. Exhale. Rapid, but at least it's happening. That's something, isn't it?

She admits to them, then, something...horrific. A gap in a memory she belonged in, and they wonder, if they were to find Wade right now- would they discover the same thing? In Muffet's? In Asriel's? They don't have a word to say about it, but their fingers squeeze and compulsively, they sit down, sniffing the once in an attempt to have their voice come out a little more...even, when they do speak.

"I want to try something, if you're willing."