[Frisk barely has the time to lift their eyebrows at the sight of Yukio rushing towards them. He makes contact, latching onto them as though for dear life, and Frisk manages a quiet oof of surprise before reflexively reaching up to return the gesture. Their arms circle around his back, and they lean the side of their head against his, exhaling softly. A cord of sore tension uncoils in their stomach, and...]
[A heck of a lot of pressure makes itself known behind their eyes. They, uh... weren't expecting this. You can't catch them off-guard like this, Yukio. It's been a long few days for everyone.]
[But tears don't fall, and instead Frisk squeezes their friend's shoulders gently.]
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[A heck of a lot of pressure makes itself known behind their eyes. They, uh... weren't expecting this. You can't catch them off-guard like this, Yukio. It's been a long few days for everyone.]
[But tears don't fall, and instead Frisk squeezes their friend's shoulders gently.]
It's ok. I promise.