Tyrone has to swallow the lump in his throat and the anger thatâs simmering away in his gut as Mabel trails off. She doesnât need his anger right now, especially when itâs not aimed at her in the first place. âOh, Mabes,â he sighs, drawing his triplet sister in for a tight hug. He wants to say something, but what is there?
Thatâs itâs all okay? Itâs not. That he and Dipper are here for her? Well.. they are now, but where were they when this all happened? Theyâd promise Mabel and each other that theyâd never let anything happen to her and now, well.. they failed, didnât they?
Instead of choosing to speak, he simply stoops low, scooping his sister up in his arms and carrying her over to sit at the edge of his bed. Gently setting her down he moves in beside her, arm still holding her close while her opposite hand carefully pets her hair.Â
âMabel, I-â he stops, breathing out before pulling back to look down at her. âItâs going to be okay. Itâs all going to be okay. I need you to decide how weâre going to go about this, okay? Do you want to call the police? We can do that. Or we - or me and Dip, if you donât want to - can go to the club and ask around about this fâ I mean, guy. Weâve got this, okay? We can handle this.â
Thereâs a brief moment in which Tyrone goes quiet, one hand pulling away from his sister to rub at the back of his neck anxiously. His eyes drift down to her stomach for just a second beforeâ âDo you know what you want to do with the.. ah, you know..?â
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