[If Eddie's churning guilt is rooted in a fear of upsetting or disappointing Sans, it needn't be. His relief was genuine and immediate, pulling at the static corners of his grin.]

Yeah? That's... that's really good, kid. [A place to rest his head, somewhere with any sense of stability -- it was more than Sans could offer, and no short of what Eddie deserved.] And of course, you know you can come chil with me whenever you want. Actually, that's, uh...

[He holds out a hand, wordlessly asking permission to see Eddie's communicator.]

Lemme fix something for ya real quick, alright?