"Any orders, my Lord?"
Tom stopped in the doorway, smiling. Nearly 40 years since he first used it and it still gave Tom butterflies.
"Not this time, 'Brax. Just a request." He walked over to the chair beside Abraxas.
Abraxas smiled as he met Tom's eyes. "You look good, Tom. But then, you always did." Horcruxes had slowed the ageing process, which they both knew, but Tom smiled anyway.
"You do too, 'Brax." That was less true. Grief had ravaged his face, leaving lines he didn't deserve and the war had left more scars that you could see.
"What do you need from me?" Abraxas reached over and squeezed Tom's hand, thanking him silently.
"Come with me." The words hung in the air, and Tom hurried to explain. "I'm leaving tomorrow for a short while. I need to look into a few things, and the war will be fine without me for a few days. Come with me, and then… Stay."
Abraxas didn't have the words. He moved, twisting so he could kiss Tom. It had been years but their lips still fit together as if it had been seconds. When they broke apart, Tom laughed. "Is that a yes?"
Abraxas nodded, tears slipping out of the corners of his eyes. "Yes. It was always yes."
They kissed again, and again, and again. Eventually, Tom stood, pulling Abraxas up after him. "Go, pack. Warm clothes would be best. I have something to deal with quickly, then I'll be back."
They walked to the Floo room together, holding hands. They both felt happy for the first time in years.
"What is it you're taking care of? Do you need help?"
Tom shook his head as he lifted Floo powder. "No, it should be easy. Just fulfilling a prophecy."