Sure do. [He waves his own communicator.] We're both just a button press away, kiddo.
[He watches Eddie fuss, fiddling with the scarf. It's such a small gesture, and yet somehow Sans can't quite describe how it makes him feel.
Though the longer he looks, the less he can focus on his own feelings. There was a storm brewing between his brows, something distant and scary and strange. Something intangible.
Something that made him want to promise right back.
It was an uncomfortable feeling. Sans hated promises, as a rule. They so rarely came through clean, soured almost inevitably by reality. No matter how hard someone tried, nobody could control everything. Nobody could promise anything in good conscious, let alone Sans.
And yet here he was, for the second time in his recent memory, making a promise.]
Yeah. I promise, too.
[There's a beat of pause as he looks from Eddie out back towards the wide expanse of space.]
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[He watches Eddie fuss, fiddling with the scarf. It's such a small gesture, and yet somehow Sans can't quite describe how it makes him feel.
Though the longer he looks, the less he can focus on his own feelings. There was a storm brewing between his brows, something distant and scary and strange. Something intangible.
Something that made him want to promise right back.
It was an uncomfortable feeling. Sans hated promises, as a rule. They so rarely came through clean, soured almost inevitably by reality. No matter how hard someone tried, nobody could control everything. Nobody could promise anything in good conscious, let alone Sans.
And yet here he was, for the second time in his recent memory, making a promise.]
Yeah. I promise, too.
[There's a beat of pause as he looks from Eddie out back towards the wide expanse of space.]
... You wanna look for shapes in the storm, kid?