It ain't pale, he says. Terezi looks a little dubious of that fact. But neither of them seem to think it is, and even though she balks at the thought of making pale intentions towards anyone else... She still wants that comfort. She wants to know that there are still people here, and that she isn't alone. She wants someone to tell her that it's okay, even if it isn't.

And he wants to talk. She can't deny him that, after what the capitol did to him. She still blames herself in some small part, even if she tries not to. She can't take this away from him.

She says nothing, but slowly she moves forward. There's a moment where she considers the pile, but ultimately sits on the floor next to Kurloz with her back resting against it instead. This is an okay place. This she can do.