[Terezi is still feeling nauseous from a great many things. first, all of the flower scents she had inhaled. secondly, way too many peanut-butter-flavored tears. thirdly, second-hand sopor ingestion. and fourth, Karkat had totally dumped her except not really because he'd tried to switch quadrants and the only part that made up for it was the rump-grabbing and also his blood hadn't tasted nearly as good as its color. it had just tasted like blood. sigh.

when she hears the knocking on the door she cautiously opens it, and, catching a whiff of him, peers blindly around the frame.]

Oh, no. This is it, right? The Conversation Where We Get Closure. The one where we reaffirm my total state of dunked like a fucknig piece of garbgage.

[she's secretly happy to have him over no matter what, though, even if she thinks she's going to have a hell of a time convincing him to get back in the red quadrant with her. she's doing her best to forget all the stuff the flowers made her do.]

Weeelllll, come in.