It's weird, how threats of dusting him are a comfort more than a concern. It surprises him that it's taken this long to draw the comparison, but Sans can't help but think of Undyne. Both strong, tough, kickass gals who stuck to their guns. Not that he and Undyne were ever particularly close.

Then again, neither were he and J. Or maybe they were. It's hard to tell when you've spent the last fifteen minutes holding onto your roommate and riding through a storm together.

"Don't doubt it, kiddo."

And he didn't.