Dipper just lets out a cry of frustration and rolls under the couch, dragging the pillow with him to stuff his face back into. His hand reaches back out and fumbles for his hat and he drags that under too.
"I'm fine," he says, voice still muffled by the pillow. "There. We're all caught up."
He feels like such a jerk but the alternative is actually facing her and he's just too embarrassed to.
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"I'm fine," he says, voice still muffled by the pillow. "There. We're all caught up."
He feels like such a jerk but the alternative is actually facing her and he's just too embarrassed to.