William wasn’t really sure what to think about Dipper, besides that the other obviously had a problem with him. He was always busy with working, studying or anything really, so they couldn’t spend a lot of time together and William couldn’t get a clear picture of the man.
He really wanted to befriend the brunet, but since Dipper didn’t trust William, friendship seemed like an impossible task. If he would tell him at least the reason for his mistrust, William would have something steadfast. Had he done something that lead the brunet into thinking he couldn’t be trusted? Or did he simply remind Dipper of somebody he disliked? Well, whatever it was, the brunet wasn’t spilling the beans and he was left with his assumptions.
William sighed, getting more and more annoyed the longer he thought about Dipper. Honestly, couldn’t he be clear with him? It would make living together with the handsome man a lot easier! … Eh? Where had that thought come from...?