There's a part of them that suspects, that knows though Frisk so vehemently rejects the very idea, tries to find every excuse they can think of that Chara hasn't made that mistake. It's an uneasy feeling in the pit of their stomach, one that tugs against their desire to just see their friend happy again.

Frisk pulls their hand back for a moment when Chara moves closer, and they frown at that stiff posture, the way their whole body screams that they don't deserve this kindness. Slowly, carefully, so very aware of that fragile tension wrapped around Chara's being, Frisk reaches to just barely brush their fingers against Chara's knee before letting their hand fall to their side.

It's selfish, they know. Selfish and callous and they should hate Chara right now but Frisk just can't find any malice in their heart. Not knowing what they do, how twisted up Chara is inside already. What could they say that Chara isn't already heaping on themself is spades?

The silence stretches on for several more moments before Frisk finally finds words for the thoughts roiling in their head. "You're...you're not horrible for messing up. Okay? You can still...you're only bad if you stop caring." They try to smile, but there's something missing from it. "An' I know you always care so much."