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Stewie couldn't help the little redness of his cheeks as she touched his shoulder again. He looked away from her, unable to hold her gaze and just nodded. "Yeah," he said, thinking that in theory he would be done by then. Not that his brain seemed to want to continue, it was just a little frozen.

Stewie could figure that she was the sort of person to not enjoy silence. He didn't mind it really, but he could get used to the little hum of noise that she brought. He shook his head to begin with before nodding to the question. "No, just anything," he said, trying to play off that he felt...

Stewie had zero'ed on her hand on his shoulder, and the squeeze that she put there. He could spot her moving away from him, and moving to finish the work. He just kept staring at her, staring as she hummed to herself. It was an odd feeling in his chest as he watched her. Her being finished...

Stewie nodded in agreement, they'd be able to claim some intervention from the aurors, or something else if people had issues with it, and he knew there would be many ways in which people could still use it for bad purposes, but he did get the impression that this was a matter which was dear to...

Stewie considered what she said before giving a little shrug. "Maybe we just keep a note of who we sell it to, require them to give us ID before they do so," he countered, not sure it would be great if they were known as the potion shop which sold people out, but they could just have better...

Stewie gave a little shrug, morally speaking he knew that there were potions he really ought to not sell, but they couldn't not sell certain things if they wanted to stay in business. "Well, we need to stay in business," he said with a little shrug. "But, we could phase it out?" he offered, not...

Stewie shook his head lightly, though it didn't seem like that bad an idea, he was also sure it wasn't a good idea. "Love potions are dangerous," he said softly. "I think it would be a mistake to experiment with them," he shrugged with a little smile. He didn't think it was an unfair suggestion...

Stewie blinked a little. Were they friends? He had said it was sort of like that, but hadn't actually realised that yes indeed they could very well be friends. THat they were probably friends. They did also live together and though he knew they didn't hang out as maybe friends might, it wasn't...

Stewie leaned back as she began speaking, talking about love and talking about what it did to people. He held his gaze on her for a moment, realising a little more about her. That she was fairly cynical about love and perhaps she didn't have the best opinion of it. Though he wasn't the best...

Stewie felt a little bad about asking given her response. He had known a little and should've maybe thought before he asked anything to her. But he hadn't. The man shook his head in response. "No, there was always something else to do," he said in response, he had never experienced love or a...

Stewie frowned a little, he didn't say anything immediately, he didn't know love at all, he didn't think he'd ever been in love or experienced love. Not that wasn't familial and strained because it was familial. The man sat back a little and looked at Evan, studied her for a moment. "What does...

A year had passed. His shop had been running for a whole year. It had seemed impossible and certainly at the beginning even lasting a month would've felt impossible. But it wasn't, and the shop was doing okay a year in. They were making a tiny profit, but it was a profit and it was making things...

Stewie had gotten a little lost in his work, but he was also tired. He had had a lot long day, long many days and this chair, this space was comfortable. He didn't even noticed when he leaned upon his books and notes and just fell asleep. The noise of whatever Evan was watching drifting through.

Stewie glanced at her and nodded. "Okay, I'll leave the door open, so shout if you need me for anything," he said, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other. The sound of ice cream and films was tempting but he had things he needed to be getting on with. Things which couldn't wait...

Stewie shook his head gently. "I was planning on working," he said. He conjured up a desk and all of the bits he'd been working on to perfect a potion and make sure it was the best every time was placed down upon it. The parchment was a mess of scribbles but he didn't struggle with it. "I just...

Stewie followed her through to the bedroom that was his and glanced around the room. He had always shared rooms, places had rarely been just a space for him. His shop was, but it was a disaster most of the time and it shouldn't be. Stewie stepped into the room and with a little magic, all of the...

Stewie hesitated for a moment longer before heading back down to the shop and grabbing his bag of things. including the sleeping bag. He came back upstairs and then walked in. "So, which room will be mine?" he really wasn't holding much, just a bag which was magically bigger, but it wasn't...

Stewie hestitated again at the offer, but he knew he wouldn't win this. He just nodded. "Okay," he said simply with a jerky nod. "We don't need a schedule, just, tell me if I'm being too in your space," he said, really not wanting her to feel too pressed if he was around. "Let me go get my...

Stewie was not convinced, even as he assured him. His hands toyed nervously with what was in them, and he was moving ever so slightly. He shouldn't say yes, she was being nice and all that, but she'd realize quickly that he wasn't a great roommate, and that living with your boss had problems. "I...

Stewie blinked at her offer. It was kind and immediate, but he wasn't sure it was a good idea. "Oh, you don't have to offer that," he said with a little smile. "I'm technically your boss, surely, you'd prefer some time away from me," Stewie was just certain that too much time with him, would put...