The Alchemist's Love Potion

Previously

…He still had the original goal in mind, the confession, the hope of something more. But now, as he looked at the simmering potion, a new feeling bloomed in his chest, a fragile, hopeful bud. The potion might have been a mishap, a chaotic accident, but it had led them here, to this quiet, comfortable intimacy. And for now, that was more than enough. He just hoped he wouldn't accidentally turn Finn into a sentient teapot tomorrow. The potion was still… unpredictable, after all. But as he began to clean up, a faint smile played on his lips. Unpredictable, yes, but perhaps, just perhaps, wonderfully so.