Frisk accepts Chara's comforting hand on their shoulder, almost limp while their mirror talks. God, why did Chara sound so... right, for lack of a better word? It was like they knew Frisk more than Frisk did, despite the fact that they've barely interacted with each other. Hell, Frisk felt like they knew Chara too sometimes. "Yeah... it's just..." They shake their head, putting on a wavering smile. "It's kinda frustrating that Talk no Jutsu isn't working even though I'm a ridiculous anime ninja. But, um, seriously. Thanks. That... actually means a lot to me. I know we barely know each other, but I'm glad you have my back, and I'll happily have yours OH MY GOD THAT WASN'T A FLIRTY THING I SWEAR" Frisk's eyes fly open, and they genuinely look embarrassed.