(It isn't like Eddie didn't have his own check-list of negative words associated with him (sissie, mama's boy, crazy, girly-boy, oh the list went on and on and on). Probably a mile longer just because the cruelty of children (though most with far less severity than 'murderer' - yet Eddie might think certain words were just as bad based on pure conditioning, words that implied......that). All the same, if Sans is an outcast, that just makes Eddie like him even more.

The question spurs a gut wrenching feeling because all at once Eddie feels bad and relieved. It was a weird position to be in.)

This girl my age offered me a place to stay with her and her dad. I'm not sure yet if that's a solid thing but.

(He smiles a little sadly. Because he would have lived with Sans in a heartbeat. Probably the only adult here so far that he would have- even if maybe his trust was jumping the gun.)

But...um.

(He fusses with the parts of the scarf that weren't so securely wrapped around his arm.)

I don't know if you'd want to hang out with a kid a lot or not, but I'd- it'd be fun. I think. The two of us if we hung out.

(He has no idea how to ask for permission to stay at someone's place. Well, okay, maybe with his best friends, sure, but he isn't sure if it would be normal or okay for him to ask if he could stay the night at Sans every now and then. It would be a small comfort, he realizes, to be able to stay with an adult who didn't put him in a giant bubble.)