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Hey, you've reached Dipper! I'm not here right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you soon!
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But if this is paranormal-related? Hang up now, call back, let it ring exactly twice, then hang up again. Don't leave a message. I'll get back to you even sooner.

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But if this is paranormal-related? Hang up now, call back, let it ring exactly twice, then hang up again. Don't leave a message. I'll get back to you even sooner.

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It's several minutes before Wirt replies. He spends a long time staring at the text in horror, one hand over his mouth. Suddenly he's glad they aren't having this conversation in person, but he immediately feels guilty for that thought. This isn't the kind of text you get from someone who's okay, and he should be there or something, but he also feels so responsible. Mabel didn't die because of Dipper. They both died because of Wirt's event.
That won't help, but he doesn't know what else to say or do.]
Oh my god. I'm so sorry.
[It's both normal condolences and an admission of his own guilt, but it doesn't feel like enough. But what else can he say? Is there anything else he can say? He realizes that that's the answer though, and reaches out in a way he usually deliberately avoids.]
I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?
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[Except Mabel's sunny disposition definitely has more than a few clouds and every time Dipper goes exploring there's a shadow of doubt that hangs over him as he worries far more than he ever has before about making a misstep. He can't die again. But he doesn't want that to stop him from living.]
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Right. Sure. Let me know if you need anything though?
[Other than space, probably. That's what Wirt would want, or at least he assumes so.]
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[No he won't he won't tell anyone anything ever because he can't if he doesn't want to fall apart.]