His paws go to his ears, the effect instantaneous. Almost immediately, their mouth parts in soundless regret as they shift forward, step by step. Should've SAVED before this but...he'd remember, wouldn't he? Or wouldn't he? Does he work the same way Flowey did, like this?

Doesn't matter. Can't change it now.

Their voice is low, pitched soft and quiet.

"They don't blame you," they murmur, gently. "They don't. I promise."