(Eddie doesn't even notice the lack of footfalls. Of course he doesn't. The only other thing of unbelievable proportions that could match up to this was his forgotten encounter with IT and that was definitely not like this at all. This was more positive than it was negative- even if it did make Eddie a little hyper aware of how tiny he was.)

Jesus. You're not kidding.

(He can't even look at Sans right away. He's too busy just. Staring. Staring and staring and staring.

He does take his time. Truly does, shamelessly does, staring from end to end. There's that fierce ache inside of him again and his hands go from his mouth to his chest, clutching at the material of his shirt just on the other side of his heart.)

God, they would love this. (His voice is small and soft, and it's probably evident to Sans without even saying it that he's talking about his friends. His eyes sting for a moment but he instantly pinches them shut.

He would see them again. He would. They were the Losers. They didn't go anywhere without each other. Right?

His eyes open back up and he finally looks at Sans, smiling again, even if he's got some mixed emotions in him.)

Thank you. For- all of this. (Gesturing intentionally with the scarf-wrapped arm up towards the stars.)

You're...a lot better than most adults I've met.