You stood on the porch, leaning against the railings as you watched Dipper, Mabel, and Soos run around in their raincoats, laughing and splashing through puddles. The rain pattered softly around them, adding to the playful energy of the scene. A smile tugged at your lips as you watched the kids, their joy infectious.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Stanley sitting on the porch steps, a soda in hand, his gaze fixed on the kids. Every now and then, though, you noticed his eyes drift toward you. There was something in his expression—guarded, as always, but softer than usual, like he was quietly content to share this moment with you.