"Chara." Peter's voice takes a little edge to it, frown deepening. "Christ, I thought Frisk was the only person you got along with."

He'd never seen the kids together, granted. But Frisk acted so fond of Chara, asking Peter to keep an eye on the other and constantly encouraging Peter to befriend them, that Peter just assumed they were close.

"Sometimes I swear you just say stuff to make me react." He says it like it should make him mad, but Peter just sighs and smiles ruefully. "I suppose if you'd actually done something I would have already heard everyone freaking out about it."