[Like that, his shoulders slump, and his mouth and eyebrows slip into a flat line.]

The question of whether or not Terezi likes me is a question more complicated than you know, and also one we are sternly, stubbornly, not going to talk about. It is a minefield. It is also old history. Both of us are missing two years of the other's history and have only had one conversation since she showed up again. I just want to get back to being her friend, and that is the bizarre human corpse box I will lay down in and die, satisfied forevermore at the state of emotional affairs.