❝ You like to demand explanations and then tell everyone why their explanations are crap. ❞
Dipper looked up at him from his spot on the steps outside. A cigarette between his fingers as he just sat outside in the cold. He knew he was being unreasonable. He knew that Mason wouldn’t lie about something like that. He’d learned those quirks from Ford. The not trusting anyone’s explanation, the demanding of answers only to figure they weren’t right. Shaking his head he took another drag and stared out at the sky. “Sorry Mason,” he said swallowing hard to keep the tears back.















