It's a funny feeling, realizing there's people now who really, truly aren't going to give up on him. It's funny and tickly and warm, like rubbing your face in a nest of baby possums, but without any of the tiny claws or teeth.
He can't just keep on going like he has, Fiddleford realizes -- not now that Dipper and Mabel are here, and everything's out in the open. He could try, of course, but...
...but he can't bring himself to disappoint these kids. He's already disappointed everyone in his life once before. It's happening again, and he's going to have to do something about that.
The deep, mopey frown on McGucket's face turns into an impossibly bright smile.]
Well, if you put it that way, I guess I don't have a choice! I gotta let you help!
[The knee-bouncing has stopped. McGucket reaches out to pull the two of them into a hug, wrapping one twin in each wiry, knobbly arm. He gives them a quick squeeze, then--
--oh dear, the Pidgeytron doesn't have an autopilot. The robot lurches, and McGucket quickly grabs at the controls to straighten out their flight path.]
Sorry! Sorry. Better save the friendship-huggin' for when I ain't flyin' fifteen tons of sheet metal.
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It's a funny feeling, realizing there's people now who really, truly aren't going to give up on him. It's funny and tickly and warm, like rubbing your face in a nest of baby possums, but without any of the tiny claws or teeth.
He can't just keep on going like he has, Fiddleford realizes -- not now that Dipper and Mabel are here, and everything's out in the open. He could try, of course, but...
...but he can't bring himself to disappoint these kids. He's already disappointed everyone in his life once before. It's happening again, and he's going to have to do something about that.
The deep, mopey frown on McGucket's face turns into an impossibly bright smile.]
Well, if you put it that way, I guess I don't have a choice! I gotta let you help!
[The knee-bouncing has stopped. McGucket reaches out to pull the two of them into a hug, wrapping one twin in each wiry, knobbly arm. He gives them a quick squeeze, then--
--oh dear, the Pidgeytron doesn't have an autopilot. The robot lurches, and McGucket quickly grabs at the controls to straighten out their flight path.]
Sorry! Sorry. Better save the friendship-huggin' for when I ain't flyin' fifteen tons of sheet metal.