[It's a sight Sans has seen many times, really. He comes out here to think, to work, to read, enough that the vast expanse served as both backdrop and passive entertainment. The galactic storm would churn and Sans caught himself staring for hours, trying to learn its patterns.

He hadn't yet, not even close, but that was the point, right?

He could stare out these windows for the next thousand years. He'd never come close to learning it all. How can you map something that's constantly pulsing, changing, replacing itself, reforming -- as alive, maybe more alive, than the people staring up into it. He could barely stand to tear his eye sockets away most days.

Funny how, this time, it's Eddie Sans can't seem to stop staring at.

Maybe it was the scarf. Or it could be how he must've been close to Eddie's age when he first dug a telescope out of the dump, pointing it up at the gemstone lined cavern walls and imagining they were constellations.

But mostly, Sans couldn't remember the last time he'd made anyone this happy.]

You don't gotta thank me, kid. [There's a tinge of embarrassment in his voice as he shrugs away the thanks, quickly looking back up towards the view when Eddie turns his way.] You just seemed like you could use a pal.

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

It spoke less to Sans' strength of character as it did to the sheer... sourness of the life Eddie left behind. Something heavy and sagging hung over Sans' ribs, weighing him down as he continued to stand at Eddie's side.

If he was better, then what did that say about wherever this kid came from?]

I know I've asked you a lotta questions today, but are you cool with one more?