[Frisk peered up at Sans, tears dried, and with a determined expression. They understood the feeling of hopelessness that must have arose from those multiple repetitions. But, clenching their fists a little harder, this time they're not going to repeat. Frisk promised, and they were determined to keep that promise.
So, Sans could start trying again. Maybe not today, maybe not even weeks or years. But one day, they hoped Sans would remember how to try again. Frisk was determined to make that happen.]
[and for a while, sans just - lets himself be held. it's not like it helps in the long run - nothing really does anymore - but frisk's tiny arms embracing him keeps him rooted to the present.
the "now."
eventually, one of his bony hands snakes upwards, and he quietly pats frisk's head.]
* youre a good kid, frisk. * thanks.
[he still doesn't sound okay. he probably won't be okay for a long time. but...it's something.]
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So, Sans could start trying again. Maybe not today, maybe not even weeks or years. But one day, they hoped Sans would remember how to try again. Frisk was determined to make that happen.]
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the "now."
eventually, one of his bony hands snakes upwards, and he quietly pats frisk's head.]
* youre a good kid, frisk.
* thanks.
[he still doesn't sound okay. he probably won't be okay for a long time. but...it's something.]