Dipper showed Bill how to make his bed on the couch that night. It wasn't one of those extendable ones so he had just given Bill his extra comforter his father had thought he would need, and a pillow. The whole setup wasn't anything fancy but at least Bill would be able to leave him alone in the time being.

Dipper went to bed alone that night, and while he was pretty tired, his mind apparently still had more to think and so he stayed up for quite some time. He thought about how focused Bill had seemed to read the library book, looking slightly desperate to get his demon body back. If Dipper was honest, he knew that Bill under a human form was less harmful than one with his full powers and capabilities, but somehow he had grown so used to Bill as a demon that having him in this form pulled him out of his comfort zone.

Maybe Bill will find a plan to get rid of this body. What will he do then? Dipper couldn't help but think that he was just a pawn in Bill's scheme, just another tool he could use to any means necessary. He wondered if Bill would discard him once he got his powers back, or would he keep him around as a pet, as sick as that may sound.

However, a part of him felt that Bill would never find an answer in any of those books and they'll just be stuck forever or until they separated. Gosh, this feels like we're a married couple now. Dipper shuddered at the thought. He really hoped Bill would leave him soon enough. He had enough on his plate already with all his classes taking a turn for the worst this time of year and he didn't want to add the worry of taking care of a demon that had the skillset of a child on top of it.

Dipper eventually fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, regretting his overthinking mind the second his alarm rang the same day. The sun isn't even up, this is just plain torture! He reluctantly got out of bed and into the cold of his bedroom. Bypassing Bill who was still sleeping soundly on the couch, he went to the kitchen to make himself a bowl of cereal. As he ate, he observed Bill's rising and falling chest, so peaceful for such a chaotic being. His brown hair was spread on the pillow, a color Dipper never thought he would see on Bill's human body. He had supposed that Bill would at least have blond hair, but there was nothing about the man in front of him that reminded him of the yellow fonts of the demon's evil form.

That didn't mean that Bill wasn't attractive however. While his body was slightly smaller than Dipper and not particularly muscular, he was still lean and well built. His tanned back supported broad shoulders and Dipper could glimpse defined abs due to the comforter being pushed to Bill's waist. He was lying on his back, his mouth open and one arm raised above his head revealing a black tuft of hair. After a few seconds of shamelessly observing his new roommate's almost naked body, Dipper's cheeks flushed and he turned back to his cereal. I did not just look at Bill's body while he was sleeping, nope, did not happen, Dipper tried to convince himself, but he knew the battle was already lost.

He gulfed down his breakfast as fast as could and continued getting ready for class. Bill still hadn't awakened when he left, so he stuck a note on the fridge telling him where the food was. He almost added 'do not worry, I'll be back around 6' when he realized Bill would definitely not give a shit about Dipper's whereabouts. He locked the door behind him and went to the nearest coffee shop to grab a cup before class.

When he came home that night, Bill was sitting on the couch in the dark. He didn't seem to be doing anything other than a staring contest with the opposite wall.

"Are you okay?" Dipper asked.

"Yeah, why do you care?" Okay, I can see where I'm not wanted.

Dipper went to drop his bag in his room and then walked to the kitchen. He was starving because he hadn't had time for more than just chips for lunch. He pulled the fridge open and saw that Bill hadn't eaten the leftovers that were for his lunch. Shrugging his shoulders, he grabbed it and turned to Bill in the living room.

"You didn't have lunch?"

"It was cold, and let me remind your ignorant grey matter that I still do not know how to use the machines in your kitchen." Dipper sighed. Mabel and he had tried to explain to Bill how a microwave worked, but he only managed to get the hang of the one at home at the end of their trip, and the one in Dipper's apartment was a different model which Bill apparently didn't know how to use.

"Come here, I'll show you how it works. I don't want you to start complaining that I'm not feeding you."

"But you are not feeding me, Pine Tree." Bill chuckled, his grin twisted in a strange way. He nevertheless got up and joined Dipper in the kitchen.

"So, you take the lid off the container, then you open the door and you put it in and close it." Dipper demonstrated as he told Bill what he needed to do to use the microwave. "Then you press the start button if you only need 30 seconds, and every time you press it it adds 30 seconds. Most things you want to heat up for about a whole minute, so you either press start twice or you push the 1 button once." Bill looked at Dipper quizzically and then to the machine. He pressed on the 1 in a quick motion and almost jumped back when the microwave jolted to life. "See, now you get the hang of it. That's all you'll need to do most of the time. If it's cold after that, you just stick it back in for another 30 second or something." Dipper went to the cupboard to take out his half empty box of pasta.

"You can eat the leftovers tonight, but I'll also show you how to cook the easiest human meal: pasta." Dipper grabbed a pot and filled it with water, describing his actions to Bill at the same time even though the other's focus was still on the microwave which hadn't finished its whole heating process. When it was done, Bill took it out and almost dropped the container.

"Holy fuck this is hot! Why didn't you warn me?" Dipper repressed a chuckle and continued preparing his pasta.

"I thought you had learned that from your experience at my parents' house. Now come here and help me with this." Dipper showed Bill how to put olive oil and salt in the water so the pasta wouldn't stick, how to stir every once in a while, and how to turn off the stove when the food was ready. He drained the pasta and asked Bill if he had understood what just went down.

"Yeah, you put water, oil and salt, then when there's bubbles you put the yellow dry thing, and then you wait for the time on the package, yadda yadda yadda. I think I got it, I'm not an idiot kid."

"Well, I don't want you burning the whole apartment because you forgot to turn off the stove. If there's one thing you should never forget from today is 'never leave the stove on'. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yeah yeah, but I don't see why I can't have a bit of fun and burn a couple of your belongings at the same time. You can't possibly need every single thing in this apartment." Dipper sighed and poured his pasta into a bowl and added tomato sauce.

"Let's eat now, I'm starving." Both went to the table that was between the living room and the kitchen.

They ate in silence, Bill moving his food around as if trying to observe it under every angle. Soon they were done and just sat there.

"Soooo, did you find answers in your reading so far?"

"Nothing. There is nothing in the book we used and I doubt there's anything in the others either. I guess I'm stuck in this form until the end of this body's natural life." Bill leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his head. He seems to be taking this well for a demon who hates humans of every shape and size. Dipper's rationality nagged at the back of his mind, reminding him that this all could still be a trap and he had to be cautious. But somehow, he couldn't bring himself to give too much attention to that thought as it looked like Bill wasn't going to be as much of a pain in the ass as he would have thought. Maybe I shouldn't worry so much and just enjoy that this is going to be easier than expected.

The voice at the back of his mind dimmed until it was nothing short of a whisper.