[They're still upsetting her, and right now, there's nothing they can do about her past. Prepare for it, should it ever encroach upon her present- but that was a thing to conduct in private, another problem to steal their mind away as they stare sightlessly at the roof of the shack as Frisk slumbers next to them.
So they reach out, bridge the remaining gap from where her hands had faltered in reaching for them, and thread their fingers in hers.]
How about something we both enjoy? When we're awake... you could help me with the flowers.
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So they reach out, bridge the remaining gap from where her hands had faltered in reaching for them, and thread their fingers in hers.]
How about something we both enjoy? When we're awake... you could help me with the flowers.