Terezi doesn't know about the alcohol. She might not care if she did. It was progress made--progress that she hadn't even noticed. That feels wrong somehow. Like he's taken two steps forward and she's taken two back. Then again, everything feels wrong right now.

"That's good," she tones almost flatly, save for the bit of support around the edges. She's glad for him, for that much. She has to find something to be glad about. "Hospital probably thinks you're in jail again." Or wherever he was before he came to the Capitol again.

She doesn't bother lifting her head just yet. She doesn't want to move, and she doesn't want him to move either.