Dipper sat on his bed, reading his book quietly for once, unwilling and unable to break the tense silence The only sound filling the room was papers being torn away from wood and clothes being folded. Wrapped in his book, Dipper didn't notice the sounds change, shifting from packing to walking. He looked up when he felt a presence standing over him. Mabel was standing next to him, hugging Waddles.
"Mom and dad probably won't let me bring a pig home," she spoke honestly. "Can you…can you take care of him for me?" She handed over her chubby companion.
"O-of course," Dipper took the pig, both honored and sad that Mabel trusted him with Waddles.
She didn't say anything more and returned to her bed to finish packing. With her back turned, Dipper didn't see the tears streaming down her face.
