[They consider it (him) in silence for several more moments, hands still resting on lovingly crafted knitwear. It is sentiment, as they'd thought. Hang onto this, he says, a thing that I care for, for a while. Because I care about-]

Exhaling, Chara closes their eyes, fingers curling into loose fists about warm fabric. They're not so forgiving as to forget arguments they've had with him, these past months. Never so trusting as to forget what can't be trusted- to pick and pull apart certain sentiments in their mind until they know precisely what is acceptable-- and what isn't.

This situation has rapidly breached the limits of their trust in him, but then again, what trust there is has been based upon such moments- taking falls.]

On one condition.

[He's literally giving you something right now kid but go off I guess.]