Daniel groaned softly into that kiss, his hands sliding up along Methos' back, pulling him closer before pulling back from that kiss to meet the older man's gaze.

"I went to Egypt after I left Morocco," he said softly. "I went to my estate there and I.... I dug a shallow grave and put in a small box filled with the few pictures we'd taken while together and the oldest of your journals. I buried it and I recited the ancient burial rites for you..." He looked away for a moment. "I kind of feel embarrassed to tell you that now... but it was something I felt I had to do...because you'd once promised to do the same for me..."