Frisk laughs again, with a little more feeling behind it, and rests one hand on tops of Sans's as they look up at him through their bangs. It's not like how it 'should be', but it's close enough to soothe the pain in their heart.

"Mmm...it takes practice." They smile up at Sans sympathetically, and for a moment a hint of the weariness they never could quite shake shows through in their eyes. "Don't sleep too long, okay? Papyrus will get worried." They look like they might say more, but a loud grumble from Frisk's stomach makes the child jump in surprise.