[He knows Oscar's right. He's slowly come to that realization himself in the past few months. That maybe he was being far too hard on himself about something no one could control. It's nice to be validated.]
[October and what it did to him will still scare him, still haunt his nightmares, but he can at least stop blaming himself for it. Not when the evidence otherwise is so solid.]
[Dipper looks up at him finally, a watery smile, but a very soft one all the same. He catches that hand that was brushing his face just now and holds both of his hands tightly, together.]
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[He knows Oscar's right. He's slowly come to that realization himself in the past few months. That maybe he was being far too hard on himself about something no one could control. It's nice to be validated.]
[October and what it did to him will still scare him, still haunt his nightmares, but he can at least stop blaming himself for it. Not when the evidence otherwise is so solid.]
[Dipper looks up at him finally, a watery smile, but a very soft one all the same. He catches that hand that was brushing his face just now and holds both of his hands tightly, together.]
Thanks, Oscar. For everything.