He feels his shoulders sag for a moment, watching the exchange. It's a situation wildly out of his control. Something he can't assist them with. Something he can't guard Frisk from. And perhaps that hurts the worst.

When Frisk turns back to him, he says nothing. There's no need to apologize, but telling them that might not sink in. So instead, the big man kneels.

Offers up open arms.

Come here, Frisk. It's okay.