The sun is just barely setting, golden light spilling out over the conifer-filled forest, and theyâre sitting on the roof away from all the cares of the world, legs swinging off the side. Thereâs a light chill in the air, a break from the summer heat, a breeze blowing away the mugginess and weight of the day.
Itâs peaceful. Itâs perfect.
âHey, um... can I ask you something?â
The question comes out before he can stop himself, breaking the companionable silence. The minute it leaves his mouth, he regrets it, and turns away, looking down at his hands. He wrings them, rubbing his knuckles and palm, fists them in his shirt, picks at splinters on the roof, anything to try and distract himself. Eventually, though, he sighs, bracing himself and looking at the deity straight in the eye.
â...Why are you doing this?â he asks quietly, eyes almost pleading, face serious. âI mean... spending time here... with me, being... nice?...â He trails off, wanting to stop, but for some reason, urging himself forward. He has to know. It doesnât make any sense otherwise. âDo you... want me... for something, for some reason? Do you have something planned, like, I dunno, some cosmic destiny junk or fate of the universe stuff or something?â
Or was it possible that, maybe, just maybe, he wanted to be around Dipper simply because he liked him and wanted to be friends? Wanted to help him?
...Somehow, he didnât think that was it.
Everybody always wanted something from him.
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