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[Sugar Buck]

He moved Dipper to his bed and carefully set him down.

[fab!.]

Dipper begins snoring softly, turning till he was more comfortable, although he never actually did let go of Bill's hand.

[Sugar Buck]

Bill didn't remove him hand and just sat down.

[fab!.]

Dipper seemed happy that Bill had moved close, and seems to move slightly closer.

[Sugar Buck]

He pressed a soft kiss on the others forehead.

[fab!.]

He seemed slightly disturbed. it wasn't as if he had nightmares all the time anymore, so when he did, they were much more disturbing than usual, of course Bill's contact made him feel a little better, but that didn't stop him from breaking out into a cold sweat.

[Sugar Buck]

Sorry slightly spread on his face but he stayed quiet.

[fab!.]

He was having a nightmare about his lost memories. He didn't understand what was going on, and it was scaring him so much so his grip and Bill's hand tightened until his knuckles turned white.

[Sugar Buck]

He tried to wake Dipper up.

[fab!.]

As he was shook awake, he sighs, letting go of Bills hand and glancing away, staring at the wall and rubbing his eyes.