"I had a teacher who looked out for me, but that's not quite the same thing." As pathetic as Underwood had been, he'd still been better than any commoner family. If nothing else, he had been a stepping stone to greater things. He had seen the pictures, and they'd been nauseating enough that San's 'reveal' couldn't really make them worse. He could just store it under more information.

He doubts that he could actually play on any family connection - at least not with Sans, but there's a wider world out there. He hasn't gotten a chance to get a read on Papyrus, and he knows better to immediately throw away any possible advantage.

"I just hope we'll be able to get along, if we are supposed to live together. It's all... very strange." He tries to look self-effacing. "I'm sure I don't have to tell you that, but I don't know when this whole... situation will stop seeming like a dream.." He smiles. "Should I start calling you Uncle Sans?" Oh how they can laugh in the face of adversity. Ha. Ha.