Dave's friend. Yes, that's what they are. It's still sort of weird to feel like she's been demoted back to 'friend', after everything they've been through. She feels like there should be a better word for what she feels like they are, but there just isn't. Terezi scrunches her mouth up to one side briefly, thinking about that. But the moment passes and she doesn't remark on it.

Anna perches on the arm of the sofa, and Terezi takes the nearby chair, sinking into the cushions and pulling her plate onto her lap. "He said that you were a friend of his. A nice friend. I got the impression that he wasn't too happy that I killed you. Very awkward."