"I don't know that the order is actively looking for you, at the moment. We're regrouping, trying to figure out where to go from here. Especially with Harry gone..."

He sighs heavily against Severus' chest.

"Well. If I'm asked to look for you, I'll agree to do so. But I won't, of course. Maybe I should volunteer..."

He looks up and moves his hand through Severus' hair, then kisses him slowly, as if he wants to memorize it. Which he does, really.

"You can stay here, whenever you want to, you know? No one would ever think to look for you here. Particularly where I am."