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“Then what do you think it is…?” Dipper blushed a gentle red and rubbed at his heated cheek some. “I-I mean….what would you want it to be?”

Bill shrugged, oblivious to the mood the conversation was taking on.

“I dont know, humans always insist on giving things names, but some things you just cant name. I dont think its love, at least, not by your definition of it. But there are different kinds of love too.” He shook his head and sighed.

“I’m a demon, I’m not supposed to care about other beings at all…” he muttered, letting his sentence trail off. His face felt warm, but he ignored that, the human body he had made for himself often did odd things on its own.