Hey people! So, thank you for the favorites and follows, it means a lot to me, especially because writing Cole makes me nervous... but anyway, thanks! I was able to write a new chapter, so there you go. I'm not sure if it's good or not and it managed to be even shorter than the other one but uh, I liked it, so maybe you'll like it too? Anyways, now I have to think of a new name for the fic, so fuck.

"Varric, what is love?" The dwarf hadn't even noticed that Cole was still there, sitting on the table next to him and waving his feet. He had come to him that afternoon to see him writing, but Varric didn't expect him to stay long- the kid never stayed still for a minute. So it was with surprise that Varric turned to him. "I mean, I've felt it from other people's heads, but I don't really understand it. How does it work?" Varric chuckled warmly.

"That's a hard one, kid. Love is… complicated." He said, staring at the ceiling. When he turned back at Cole, he saw the boy was still staring at him with curiosity, his answer not enough. Obviously. He cleared his throat. "Love is… love is what you call the feeling you get when you really really like someone. Like Iron Bull and Dorian, or Blackwall and Josephine. That's love." Cole thought for a second, cocking his head to the side.

"Like what you feel for me?" Thankfully Varric didn't have any drinks to spill out.

"Sort of like that, yes," He started, scratching his head. "But that's a different kind of love."

"There are kinds of love?" Cole asked, his eyes wide. Varric sighed. This was going to be long.

"Yes, there are. You can love someone as a friend, as family, or romantically."

"What is our kind of love?" Varric laughed nervously. "You'd like to say you love me as a friend, but your mind says it's as family." Even though his words made him uncomfortable, the dwarf couldn't help but smile.

"We're kinda stuck in between, kid. But hey, didn't I tell you to stop doing that?" He lectured, raising his eyebrows. He knew he couldn't get mad at Cole for reading his head, but he could still lecture him. Cole looked down, his hat hiding his face.

"…sorry." He muttered. Varric smiled again.

"It's okay, as long as you keep trying." That caused the boy to look up again, nodding energetically. Varric chuckled again and turned back to his writing. But it seemed Cole wasn't done yet.

"Varric, how can I tell one kind of love to the other?" Varric took a moment to think that one through.

"Hmm… well, friendly love is like the Inquisitor and everyone else. They drink together, make each other laugh, and worry about one another. Family love is, well, like you and me, and Solas too. We give you lectures and teach you things, but we worry about you too. And romantic love is… more intimate. They kiss, they hold hands, they… go to bed together…" He trailed off, feeling awkward. Cole frowned.

"What about the Iron Bull? He takes many women to his bed. Does he love all of them like that?" Varric scratched at his chin with embarrassment.

"That one you better ask him, kid."