The door swung open, the air of the quick moving wood blew stray strands of brown hair out of Dipper's eyes. Bill walked in quickly, his mouth open ready to speak and his eyes apologetic and frantic. Dipper looked terrified. The face of the boy, who looked scared to be in the same room as him seemed to pause the blonde for a moment, he stared into his brown eyes and his shaking body and his felt terrible. "Dipper I.."

"N-No, Bill. Don't say anything." He cut him off, flicking his eye contact away and not wanting to speak.

"But.."

"No, Bill! Please just don't." His words cowered towards the end, realizing he rose his voice. He was still horrified, he didn't want to be in the same room as Bill. His eyes slowly trailed his legs, the blood splattered from the boy he injured, who knows, that boy could be dead.

"I'm sorry.." He whimpered.

"Y-You're apologizing..?" His voice laughed nervously. "To me..? Not to the girl you almost punched..? Not the kid you could have killed..?" His voice trailed onto his nervous, insincere laughing. This didn't seem real, he didn't want it to be. His eyes fought back tears. Bill's apologetic look seemed to twist in defense.

"T-That girl though..she said you're her boyfriend..?"

"I'm her ex-boyfriend! Her EX!" He shouted on instinct, running with the adrenaline filled emotions that were rolling through him like a hurricane. "I fucking hated that girl, but you..you didn't even know her and you almost punched her in the face!"

His eyes screamed louder than his words, pleading 'what the hell is wrong with you' into Bill's face in silence.

"A-And I don't even know if I can trust you!" He yelled. "You're dangerous, and I'm scared of you!" Bill's heart could have broken.

Dipper looked so tired, and scared, and he paced ever so slightly back and forth.

"Your fucking drinking too..w-what's your excuse for possibly killing someone, you're drunk out of your mind?! Who knows, will you even remember this conversation?!" He kept shouted, forgetting the possibility of violence.

Bill muttered something.

"What?"

"I'm not drunk, I said." He repeated. The sentence seemed to almost kill Dipper. In all honesty, he would prefer him to be drunk, but thinking about it harder, with the amount of drinking he does on average, his tolerance had to be high.

"S-So.." He stuttered out his next words. "Y-You willingly, consciously almost punched a girl and basically killed someone..?" He seemed at least twice as scared as he was before. He didn't want to to be in the same room, the same college as him anymore.

Bill's eyes squeezed shut and he turned away from him, he looked like he might cry, but they both knew better than that. He put his hands on his face and repeated apologies over and over again. Dipper starred at him in horror. Bill could only see through the small cracks in his fingers, which were pointed at the floor. It wasn't until he noticed the slow dripping of blood onto the carpet that he released his face from the hold of his hands. He followed his eyesight to Dipper's hands, bleeding and bruised.

"Oh my god.." He murmured and reached for Dipper's hands. He pulled away, his face filled with fear. "Let me see your hands."

"This isn't important right now."

"Dipper, you can be scared of me for the rest of your damn fucking life, you can decide right now that you will never speak to me again, and I will leave, and I will be fine with that, as long as you let me see your hands." Dipper wasn't sure if it was the words he said that made him push out his hands to the blonde, or if it was the fear of his anger at the presence of his cursing, or maybe even the fact that he called him Dipper and apposed to Pine Tree, but he did.

Bill took the brunette's bleeding hands into his, carefully looking at his palms, the shards of glass still stuck in his skin. His eyes trailed up to the slightly shaking boy in front of him and he sat down on Dipper's bed, pulling Dipper himself with him.

He stood up, going to the bathroom and grabbing a first aid kit. He brought it back to the bed and sat back down, opening the white plastic box and finding disinfectant and wipes. He carefully cleaned off Dipper's hands, and grabbed a tweezer from the box.

"This might hurt a little.." He said, before pulling out stray pieces of glass. The boy's hands twitched and tried to pull away but Bill kept a strong hold, Dipper bit his lip and held back tears. "I'm sorry.."

Once he was done getting rid of the glass, he rapped gauze around each of his hands and let go of him. Dipper seemed grateful, but still terrified. Bill stayed on his bed, his eyes tired and his body even more so. They sat in silence for minutes that felt like eternities.

"Listen, I..I'm sorry about scaring you.." A sincere apology uttered from his mouth, but his gold eyes stayed off of Dipper. He exhaled and there seemed to be a brokenness in his existence, like he was breathing through a broken heart.

"..Some guys were telling me stuff about you.. they said you've been arrested for almost killing someone... They said you have killed someone." Dipper instantly regretted his words. Bill's head tilted ever closer to Dipper's, but his expression stayed the same, like he wasn't surprised by the rumors that were being told about him.

"Please don't listen to them, Dipper. That was a different time and I was a different pers-"

"How different could you be if you almost did the same again.."

The room was silent. Bill brought his elbows on his knees and he buried his face in his hands. The silence was overwhelming.

"You know what..you're right. I haven't changed at all." His voice was shaking and held he same insincere, pained laugh that Dipper's held earlier. "I haven't fucking changed after trying and I never fucking will. And you're going to hate me even more after tonight..and frankly, so will I."

Dipper's heart skipped again. "What..? No, Bill..I wont hate you after this..I never hated you."

"Why not? I'm fucking mess, I literally just beat a guy for trying to calm me the fuck down a-and you're still defending me..?" He took his face out of his hands, everything about him felt dead.

"Bill.." Dipper hesitated before moving forward slowly. "I'm defending you because I don't hate you..in fact, I feel the opposite about you.."

His lips pressed against Bill's, his eyes closing this time, leaving Bill, who's confusion and shock took over, as the one open-eyed this time. When Dipper pulled away, he leaned his forehead on Bill's.

"You're a terrifying freak, who I'm mad at, but I love you."

Bill sat in shock. "But you were so scared of me.."

"I know, and in all honesty, I still am but...I can help you, and you can help me..and then we wont have to be scared of anything."

Bill's eyes seemed to glaze over in consideration before grabbing Dipper's face into another kiss, Dipper's arms interlocked around his neck and he could feel the traces of tears run down Bill's face.

"Thank you."