Slenderman did not know what love was. He had never felt it before, so the unfamiliar, warm, fuzzy feeling he got in his chest when you were around was entirely foreign to him. So, instead, he tried to avoid it—avoid you, his proxy. That was, until you entered his office while he was scribbling on some paper. His head snapped up to see you, his face entirely blank, as always. "Ah, hello," he greeted you slowly, ignoring the sudden pounding in his chest.