[ For a long moment, he stares at her, paralyzed with uncertainty. He can hear the city sounds, a voice of reason pressing him to get her up and moving away from here, where they're both vulnerable and exposed.

But with the voice of reason comes the voice of doubt. Doubt that he could trust her, that he'd been wrong to do so so willingly, without a second thought. He'd trusted her as soon as he'd met her, when she didn't even know who he was and yet had offered him the peace and advice he'd been seeking so desperately. He trusted her enough to tell her that person on the network was him. He'd trusted her enough to tell her what he just had, about the jungle.

And yet, doubt comes so easily to him. The way it creeps up in the corner of his thoughts, and he can pick apart things she's said, subtle hints he glossed over before. He doubts himself, his will to see this through, to make the right choice right now. Because what could he do?

There's so much you don't know about who I am.

He could make a choice. ]

I could never, ever hate you.

[ Like Mabel made the choice to trust Stan. when Dipper had been blinded by his doubts. Mabel believed. ]

And...maybe there is a lot I don't know about you. But there's a lot that I do know, too.

[ Like his friends when Dipper blamed himself for the devastation in the jungle. Dipper had doubted he could move on, but his friends believed.

He moves his free hand to wrap gently around hers. ]

I know that you're kind, and gentle...you think of others before you think of yourself. You have this...joyful laugh. [ A small, warm smile. ] You're smart, and genuine, like you're just excited about life, and having people around you to live it with. I know we haven't been friends for that long, but...

[ He could make the choice to trust her.

His voice is careful, raw but gentle, as he squeezes her hand. ]

I trust you, Xion. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, because I trust you.