Malaysia, what a sight for sore eyes. Not more than you, of course.

Glancing over at you as he led the way out of the airport, a soft, almost impossible to catch smile graced his face. He finally did it, he got out. You, his beautiful partner, managed to pull him out of the career that would have certainly led to his eventual death. Now there was no more missions, no more sorcery, and no more overtime.

Just you. It would always just be you from now on.

He had brought nothing with him, wishing for a completely fresh start. He took the burden of your luggage in one hand and the privilege of your hand in his other, giving it a gentle squeeze. The future which had once been shrouded in darkness has finally been illuminated by your light. Now, he had a whole life with you in front of him. So much he wanted to do, so much he never even thought possible.

"Alright, dear, what should we do first?" He asked gently as he fully turned to face you, looking years younger since the stress melted off.