(Were there more adults like this? Adults who actually cared about listening him talk to his friends? It was weirdly elating to be able to express his fondness towards his friends. It felt good to just talk about himself period. It somehow made him feel more real than anything else and he didn't quite get that.

It's like being seen for the first time.

Sans has a whole lot more awareness about the kind of person Eddie is than Eddie would even know where to begin with. His obliviousness to himself is a trademark of the time period he came from. The only time Eddie has ever thought about himself was alone in the dark of his room, feeling the fear soak in and letting it fester under the skin where the rest of his diseases lay dormant.

(You're a sick boy, Eddie! You're my delicate boy.)

Sick. That's all Eddie was to himself. Sick, sick, and sicker yet.

Except when he was with his friends. Then he forgot sometimes that he was sick. And right now? Sitting with Sans? He forgot to be allergic to the grass.

The kid might just have a chance this turn around. Honestly, Eddie's abduction to this space station was a lot better for him than the future that lay at his feet back home.)

Well we didn't flood the whole town or anything. We just started to cause some backups and then a cop came- it was horrifying. (He smiles a little proud. It had been horrifying in the moment, anyway, but with Sans approval, he felt like maybe it was pretty cool too.)

Nah. They're the greatest guys I've ever met in my life. Everyone calls us losers but that's okay. We kind of are losers.

(He grins at Sans then, his nose wrinkled up, and yeah, he was fine with that name after all.)

What about you, Sans? Do skeletons have a lot of friends?