[Allegory and metaphor were an unfortunate habit Oscar had gained from Ozpin. The man was unfortunately fond of story-- doubtless, Oscar's own love of books was one of the qualities which made him... a like-minded soul.

Oscar was pulled from his reverie by Dipper's hands and words, and he couldn't help but regard the other boy with momentary bewilderment. These were details that Oscar had taken as fact. Even if he had found a family within Deerington, a part of him always felt like an outsider.

It was why he didn't have many friends, even before he left the farm.

But he couldn't help but return Dipper's smile with a sheepish one of his own, for he was gladdened by Dipper's reassurances.

Surely that was a better Truth.]

You're right. About... everything.

[Oscar squeezed Dipper's hands. Though the days and nights had become long, with each date on the calendar bleeding into the next, he was willing to continue trying despite how weary he was.]

Thanks, Dipper. For trusting me... and now letting me trust you.

We'll work all of this out. Somehow.