(Eddie wasn't about to pry into Sans' personal life concerning his brother. He didn't have the emotional capacity to think to, really, despite his natural inclination for compassion.

Though he certainly would not forget about this any time soon and no doubt would bring up Sans' brother in the future.

His eyes catch the little rips and tears and a bit of that tension dislodges itself. If it was neater, he'd be so much more worried.)

Okay. I'll keep it safe for you then until you want it back.

(Eddie makes this promise like he's signing over his life on a piece of paper, the seriousness stilling his entire face.

But then the motion to continue waves him on and Eddie is animated again.)

Thanks. Although the credit kind of goes to your brother. I'm not really known for my fashion sense.

(He gestures to the eye-burning micro shorts and pastel shirt with matching tube socks complete with bands of colors at the top. Heeello.)

I am! What are we observing anyway? (Oh boy. Little does he know what's in store for him.)