Another sniffle, a few tears, and Frisk shakes their head, though they don't pull away from Sans at all. They feel safe there, warm and protected and like they belong again...even if Sans probably doesn't trust them anymore. Who would, knowing what Frisk could do with their determination?

"You're still...m-my family. You always are." They're scared to even say the word, worried of crossing over an unspoken line. But it's the truth, and one Frisk could never let go. Sans and Papyrus...all of them. Frisk loves them all so much.