[Are they frustrated right now? Maybe the tight, clenched feeling in the pit of their stomach is just irritation. Maybe they're annoyed, and that's all they are.]

Have you even asked Asriel what he wants?

[Of course they haven't.]

Or is this that persistent crusade of yours to mold everything to your liking? Can't have friends who don't feel or act the way you want them to, can you? It can't be possible that maybe you don't know best after all, that perhaps neither of us are willing to pretend to be perfectly happy just so you can say you fixed it!

I'm not buying your saccharine garbage, Frisk. You're on your own.

[They stop their scratching, long enough to lunge for their phone. Risk a few seconds of the motion blur of it being picked up, swung around, a finger slamming on the button that will end the call.]