I don't, either, but I'm grateful for the perspective. I've always thought of it as a problem of, "who could love someone that can't love herself?" And the answer is no one, of course, but that knowledge alone never really spurred me to any epiphanies... If anything, it's the reason why Fray exists in the first place, outside of a few chance factors.

[She doesn't even really know why she's suddenly spilling this out to him. It's vulnerability, and moreover, it's dangerous when she knows he could easily make a poisonous comment at her with just the wrong humor, and that it would hurt more than usual. And moreover, what should he care, anyway?

But it's that thinking that got her so deep in the hole in the first place. She considers sticking to just talking about Mettaton, then swallows; it would seem odd to suddenly re-rail the conversation back to him.

So, she inhales, hand still on his back as if she's still the one comforting him. If he does make a jab at her, oh well. Maybe she deserves it for approaching the subject recklessly.]

I just didn't think to check that there were already people around me that did, and that I was just pushing them to a more comfortable distance to fit that view. It is... not easy to root out.