[Frisk says nothing in response, simply dips their head in a little nod. Of course they can. Don't spread their arms wide, don't move, don't do anything. It's not about their own comfort right now - it's about Chara's. Chara's need for a tether, and who cares if they're both stained with various...fluids and grimy and sweaty and gross right now? Can't possibly get any messier than they are already.
They stand where they are, and accept the...well, it's not really a hug, because it's not reciprocated, purely on Chara's request. But they haven't earned the right to step over that boundary. Or re-earned it. Whichever.
Frisk sniffles once or twice, again uncertain - were they just laughing, or were they crying?]
What's the one about the kids who played in a muddy garden?
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They stand where they are, and accept the...well, it's not really a hug, because it's not reciprocated, purely on Chara's request. But they haven't earned the right to step over that boundary. Or re-earned it. Whichever.
Frisk sniffles once or twice, again uncertain - were they just laughing, or were they crying?]
What's the one about the kids who played in a muddy garden?