Excellent story, well-structured, with such moving depictions of both men. The present-tense opening and closing are very powerful bookends; I love how you work the record in as the emblem of the emotions the characters can't (or don't) articulate. It's a story that cuts your heart out with scalpel-sharp precision.
Lines I really like:
Besides, he supposed it was quite logical -- the tighter you hold on, the more intense the thrill of letting go. Great insight; works so well for Moody
"You know," Moody said a couple of months later, "poofs aren't very popular among the Aurors." "Good thing we aren't poofs, then," said Rufus and shrugged. At least he wasn't. That he enjoyed jerking off in Alastor's company certainly didn't count." I can just hear him; perfect.
Moody stared at him for a long time. Rufus stared back, into that uneven pair of eyes, past that scarred and wrinkled face. At long last, Moody stepped back and opened the door, and Rufus followed him inside. Beautifully understated.
Rufus took his hand and held it until Moody had fallen asleep. St. Mungo's was busy and nobody cared, he least of all. Ahh.