[She squeezes his hand back, instinctively. She knows what fears he must be feeling off of her, and she appreciates the comfort.
The conversation veers more and more to talking about Gamzee directly. She's been trying to avoid addressing him and only speaking about Kurloz's side of things. The moment he mentions a 'him', Terezi cringes internally. He's not wrong. It does make her feel nauseous, and she's glad that he understands that well enough to let her drop it.]
...You're welcome. I wish I could be happier for you. [In that, she wishes that his descendant was anyone but Gamzee Makara. But that much doesn't need to be said.]
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The conversation veers more and more to talking about Gamzee directly. She's been trying to avoid addressing him and only speaking about Kurloz's side of things. The moment he mentions a 'him', Terezi cringes internally. He's not wrong. It does make her feel nauseous, and she's glad that he understands that well enough to let her drop it.]
...You're welcome. I wish I could be happier for you. [In that, she wishes that his descendant was anyone but Gamzee Makara. But that much doesn't need to be said.]