The tears aren't...entirely surprising, but Terezi still lifts her head with concern in her expression.

"Hey...Come on. Stop that." She doesn't want him crying on her doorstep. It's equal parts embarrassing and guilt-inducing, even as fragrant as the scent is. She shifts awkwardly at the door, opening it just a fraction further.

"You don't have to stand there and blubber at me... I don't hate you. We're still friends. Just... Keep in mind what I've said. You have to be careful. Everywhere, and with everyone. Okay?"