[It's no effort at all, because Danny is also startlingly light like this. He might actually drift in the air a little, like a weird balloon, but only for a moment - as soon as Dipper has him properly over his shoulder, he's slumped entirely against Dipper's back like the aforementioned Ghost Potato Sack.]
Yeah... thanks. Sorry.
[Which is about all the words he can manage right now. But, as Dipper hauls him away... it does remind him of his other friends, who always pull through for him despite the roller coaster of absolute bullshit that their lives have become. They're not here, which sucks, but having someone immediately on his side here too is unexpected and nice. Warm too, Dipper is warm. It doesn't quite abate the persistent cold in his core, but Danny clings to the sensation like a lifeline, and it... might be helping, actually?]
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Yeah... thanks. Sorry.
[Which is about all the words he can manage right now. But, as Dipper hauls him away... it does remind him of his other friends, who always pull through for him despite the roller coaster of absolute bullshit that their lives have become. They're not here, which sucks, but having someone immediately on his side here too is unexpected and nice. Warm too, Dipper is warm. It doesn't quite abate the persistent cold in his core, but Danny clings to the sensation like a lifeline, and it... might be helping, actually?]