Frisk's eyes go a little wide, and it's so hard to not look at their sibling over his shoulder, when they're so close. They glance down, away, nervously fidgeting with their sleeve and hoping they won't mess this up.

"Um...I-I know...but, um..."

They're faltering, trying to stall, but abruptly Chara moves and the point is moot. The hypospray makes contact and they lunge forward almost in the same instant to grab and hold Miles with every bit of strength and Determination that they have, pin his arms to his sides so he can't knock them both away.

"I'm sorry!"