Okay. There's an air of...not finality, but...agreement, maybe. Like finally they're on the same page. And it sucks, and it hurts, and nothing is going to be the same from now on, but maybe that's a good thing.

You can't really heal until you can acknowledge what hurt you, and step away from it. Put some distance between the two.

He's about to turn away, and they say his name.

They're proud of him.

It feels so unearned, but he does smile for real.

"thanks, frisk. that really means a lot."

He turns to go.

"see ya, kiddo."