"<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ah yes...right away..."</span></strong>Despite the urge to burst into the room and give both of the young ones a hug, Asgore conceded his role as guardian to Frisk in that moment. It was very clear that the two needed some time alone to gather their broken thoughts, and it was in his nature to always do what was best for his guests. "<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">I'll go and put the kettle on."</span></strong><br/><br/>Truth be told, the kettle was already boiling, tea alrwady brewed, but Asgore knew that all things must come at a time and a place. Releasing the door handle, he padded away softly down the hall.