Heavy silence

heard having fun and laughing. It seemed that Dipper was no longer in the room, but he was there. His petite figure could be seen from the corner of his eye. I was wiping my tears with the lapel of an elegantly sewn jacket.

Dipper staggered a little closer. He didn't leave, didn't even try, even after what I said. I realized that the words were terrible and illogical to the point of trembling, but I was not ashamed. And you should be ashamed.

— me....- Dipper dropped to his knees, crawled a little closer.

- GO AWAY, BRAT! - I barked. He shuddered.

- I-I love you... - Dipper was crawling closer. In the end, he was in front of my face, put his hand on my cheek. I was growling like a wild animal. Dipper's eyes were glistening with incoming tears. His lips became just a thin, bright pink line. - We are... We can leave...

- LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU BASTARD! - Dipper shuddered, tears streaming from his eyes.

- Dib... I'm sorry... I didn't want that... - He hugged me, stroking my head, massaging the back of my head and neck the way I liked. - do you want to stay here? Don't have the strength to go home? Okay, I'm going to ask Pacifica for the keys to this room now... Just don't leave, I'll be quick...

He let go of me and quickly ran out of the room. His heels clicked on the floor. I stood up on wobbly legs, swaying. I sat down on the bed. On the maroon sheets. There was an unfinished glass of champagne on the bedside table. I took it in my hand and drank it to moisten my throat. I climbed onto the spacious bed and lay down on my side. I didn't feel anything. Suddenly, my brain went completely blank from being filled with anger and sadness. I heard the soft creak of the door. Dipper entered the room with a creak. A voice also followed. A quiet, feminine voice. The voice of a worried Pacifica.

- Are you sure you don't need help? You look pale....

- Nothing, Pac, I'll manage...

I heard the door closing. The room is plunged into complete darkness. Dipper tiptoes to the bed. He puts a bag next to her. And he climbs onto the bed with his knees. He gently takes my hand.

- Dib, can we change our clothes? - He strokes my knuckles. - there are more comfortable clothes here... and... I brought water...

I reluctantly got up again, a soft cloth quickly appeared in my hands. Having made out in the dark that these were trousers and a T-shirt made of a very pleasant fabric to the touch, I began to put them on. First the T-shirt, one arm, the other arm, the head. And pants, two legs. A bottle of water. The bed was buckling under someone else's weight. Dipper pulled back the blanket. When I finished drinking, Dipper put his hand on my forearm.

He gently laid me down. My nose was buried in his chest, my hands involuntarily rested on my hips. His arms were wrapped around me, hugging me to him. Strong, but gentle.

Under the barely audible noise, I fell asleep in his arms. He kissed my forehead, leaving his lips to rest on it. We lay still, it wasn't exactly the kind of environment we usually fall asleep in, but it was comforting. After a while, when I had steadied my breathing and was almost falling asleep, Dipper whispered.