[Somehow he doubts that, but the way just him saying it aloud affects her is enough to bring a smile to his face. He watches her out of the corner of his eye for a moment, not bothering to move his head or say anything else. Something about just....sitting there, talking with her like this was....nice. He couldn't quite explain why, it just was. Admittedly, the past few, frantic weeks of searching for a replacement for his broken amulet had been both stressful and lonely. Sure he had Mabel helping him, but it was obvious that she wasn't at all happy to be doing it considering he had 'slipped up enough' to get his amulet broken.
You're going SOFT, Dipper!
He lets his eyes drift closed, letting himself focus for the moment on the feeling of Pacifica's head on his shoulder. The sound of her quiet breathing, the warmth of her sitting up close to him...
In the silence that follows he leans a bit closer to her, reaching his other hand around to turn her face towards his. He takes a short breath before leaning in close to her, just enough so he can give her a brief kiss before pulling back and letting his forehead rest against hers. In the dimly lit room his vibrant blue, half-lidded eyes almost seem to glow as he looks at her quietly. When he speaks again his voice is unusually soft and low.]
I know you think I'm not a bad person, Pacifica. I can see that you believe that I can change. ...Maybe I am changing and I just don't know it yet.
..but do know that I am a terrible person. I'm wicked and cruel....and my intentions are on uneven ground.
And I...
[He tries to keep his expression level, but the more he talks the harder it becomes. By now his eyes are squinted and his mouth slightly parted as he tries to think of what else he was trying to say. In fact, he doesn't trust his voice enough to even say anything else. Instead he just sits there, leaning against her with his hardened expression finally melting into a pained one that only she will ever see.]
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You're going SOFT, Dipper!
He lets his eyes drift closed, letting himself focus for the moment on the feeling of Pacifica's head on his shoulder. The sound of her quiet breathing, the warmth of her sitting up close to him...
In the silence that follows he leans a bit closer to her, reaching his other hand around to turn her face towards his. He takes a short breath before leaning in close to her, just enough so he can give her a brief kiss before pulling back and letting his forehead rest against hers. In the dimly lit room his vibrant blue, half-lidded eyes almost seem to glow as he looks at her quietly. When he speaks again his voice is unusually soft and low.]
I know you think I'm not a bad person, Pacifica. I can see that you believe that I can change. ...Maybe I am changing and I just don't know it yet.
..but do know that I am a terrible person. I'm wicked and cruel....and my intentions are on uneven ground.
And I...
[He tries to keep his expression level, but the more he talks the harder it becomes. By now his eyes are squinted and his mouth slightly parted as he tries to think of what else he was trying to say. In fact, he doesn't trust his voice enough to even say anything else. Instead he just sits there, leaning against her with his hardened expression finally melting into a pained one that only she will ever see.]