Dipper

"I'm sorry, but what the heck Dipper!" Mabel exclaimed, sitting next to me on my bed. "I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to worry anyone. Actually, I didn't want to tell anyone at first, but I did let Ford know, and then Stan saw a few minutes ago, and now I'm telling you." "You couldn't have said something sooner?!" I flinched, and sighed, holding my head in my hands. "Mabel-Im really sorry, ok? I just-I didn't want to worry anyone, or make anyone panic. But you know now! Surely that counts for something-oof!" Mabel had tackled me in a hug, and I was now hugging her back, wondering if she just needed comfort or if she was crying. "Mabel? Are you...?" "No. I just-I need some support right now." I nodded, and continued to hug her until she let go, taking a deep breath as she did. I stayed silent, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. "Now I feel better. Sorry for snapping, bro-bro." I shook my head, trying to tell her it was fine. "No, I didn't tell you until now, I should be the one who's sorry, not you. You have every right to be mad and to snap at me like that." Mabel looked at me, and smiled softly, shaking her head. "No. You've dealt with enough stress. You need to cheer up!" I raised an eyebrow. "Really?" "Yes, really."