A ray of light

Albert James Moriarty. It was absurd how a single name could linger with such weight in his mind. He knew that by now, William probably went to his older brother and lured him out. And that in the next days Albert could be here, right in front of him again.The door opened slowly, and there he stood. For a fleeting moment, Mycroft forgot how to speak.Albert smiled faintly at him, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. Mycroft rarely allowed surprise to touch his features, but in that moment, he could feel it cracking through the careful mask of control he wore. Albert was thinner, after long days in isolation. But those emerald eyes still glowed, piercing and beautiful as ever.