The Psionic slumps in his seat. Even with family Sans was like that? Maybe family didn't mean the same thing to monsters that it seemed to mean to humans. He rests his chin in his hand, staring at the table.

"Your brother... He's really messed up." and he doesn't mean it as an insult, despite how it sounds. His voice is only filled with concern. "I'm guessing you know this, but he drinks a lot. He's only gotten worse as he's been here. And he says terrible things about the Ringmaster all the time. It's like he's looking for trouble."