Memorestore.... Al's smile stretched so wide at those words. His eyes were bright.
The phial of it still rested on the nightstand, along with Al's glasses and reading.
"When you gave me the potion for Christmas," he smiled, "You let me hug you, afterwards. You invited me to hug you."
He shook his head.
"I didn't expect you to be so thin or so sharp-cornered then. It was like holding a grimoire in my arms. You even smelled like my books. It was brilliant!"