...ah. Frisk's smile flickers, grows mildly pained, and they glance away, their movements stilling into obscurity for a moment. They're right. They're absolutely right. It's a thought they've had many times, many, many times. Can't blame them for that.

"It's okay," they say quietly. "Toriel's from that...time too. The bad one. And it's not your fault if you don't feel safe around me. If you're not - "

They suck in a deep breath, try to nail some kind of organization over their thoughts.

"I think I'm better here too," they add quietly, the words almost lost beneath the roar of the music with its too-heavy, too-prominent bass.