smiledipper:

  The smile that quirked chapped lips was so very wide that it made

  the boy’s face sore, or perhaps it had simply been so long since
  such a grin had last graced his features that he’d grown entirely 
  unaccustomed to the gesture. Either way, he hardly seemed to 
  care, only pleased- and slightly fretful- to see such familiar
  company this dark and dreary afternoon. His alternate’s presence
  was a delight, of course, even in light of recent events, but just 
  because he was not of this world did not mean he was in any 
  less danger. In fact, if Dipper’s theories and suspicions were
  correct, his lookalike could be in even more danger here than the 
  average townsperson. It was not a fate the boy wished upon his
  friend, let alone anybody.

  For a moment his face fell, fingers gripping the shed door as if
  he may slam it back shut in an instant. Surely the most intelligent
  option would be to shoo his doppelganger away before anything
  nasty could happen, before the woods spoke again. How self-
  centered was he to want his friend to stick around? To want to 
  risk the health and well-being of one of his closest companions?
  It was not often that Dipper ached for company- -

                            this was a moment of
                                                 WEAKNESS
                                    and one he could N O T overcome

  - - but, after all, he was [ despite often bearing good intentions ] 
  a bit of a selfish boy. It was this that lead him to force on another
  smile after biting his lip, stepping aside so his friend could enter
  the earthy-smelling little shed if so desired. Guilt tugged at his
  gut but Dipper had grown good at bottling it down as of late; if
  not enough to hide it, than at least enough to numb it for his own
  benefit. He needed somebody right now, he needed to speak
  to somebody other than himself, he needed it because he was
  absolutely sure that another twenty four hours and he might go
  bonkers. Even just a few minutes of the other’s presence would
  help clear his head. Selfish, maybe, but equally as required to
  maintain his sanity.

  Anything would be better than nothing, and if that meant talking
  about subjects that Dipper would rather leave in the dust right
  now, then so be it.

                           ”Oh…
                                  A lot. Heh, it’s been.. it’s been 
                                  pretty nuts over here. Natural
                                  and, supernatural disasters.
                                  Just about every day now. It’s
                                  pretty… pretty…

                       Uh, come on in. Sorry, it’s.. it’s kind of a
                       mess.. oh, watch out for the plants- -!
                       Yeah, they’re kind of hard to see.. I’m
                       not a very good gardener.. Uh.. man,
                       it’s nice to see you. What’s up, Togs?”

               Dipper had missed his alternate more then he would ever admit - well, given the fact he had come to the version of Gravity Falls that scared him to near death just to see the other spoke louder then words…

                                   He walked in the direction of the other, taking in the appearance of the small shack, carefully stepping in and over the plants, trying his best to not step on them.

                               “Got a hand shovel? I can
                                 plant them a little better -
                                 and less in the middle of
                                 the shack… – My mom and dad
                                 aren’t the best so me and Mabel
                                 grew flowers to brighten up our
                                 lives when we where young…”

He stopped talking for a bit as he placed himself in a sitting position at one of the corners of the small shack which seemed to hold no real plant life, mainly just dirt.

“A lot really - government officials showed up,
 I tried to show them the journal, summoned
 zombies, had to sing a harmony with Mabel and Stan,
 fought a Shape-shifter, confessed to Wendy despite not
 really holding real feelings for her - more a ‘sorry
 for being weird, I liked you last summer so…”