(Eddie looks at the icon that Sans taps his finger against, committing it to memory before Sans even says anything. He understands when something is important.)

Okay. (He nods firmly, looking at the device for a second longer before putting it away carefully.)

Do you have a similar thingie on your phone for me? ('Thingie' is fully appropriate. He has zero technology awareness.

Eddie fusses with the scarf and okay, yeah, that really probably was going to be helping him a bit. The kid might not have asthma, but he definitely had bad anxiety.)

...Bad dreams? (His voice is soft and for a split second, he feels a cavern of something awful open up inside of him. It snaps shut just as quickly and he never, ever wants to feel that again, that horror. It isn't the first time he's felt it since being here, but he still doesn't understand it (It, It).

Thanks, Sans. I'll be around for you too. I promise.