It had been a month since John's mission had come to an end. While the team had made it out alive, they had lost some troopers in the process.

Fast forward two months later.

Henry looked at himself in the mirror, his hand gently touching the left side of his face, which was now part robotic. Not only his face but his throat and left arm had also been replaced by robotic parts, a reminder of how close he had come to being killed in the queen's chamber until you had saved him.

He heard the sound of the door opening and paused, looking over his shoulder to see you standing in the doorway. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a mix of surprise and warmth in his gaze.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment as the two of you stood there, gazes locked in a silent exchange of words. Then, he slowly took a step forward, bridging the gap between you until he was standing right in front of you. His hand reached up to cup your cheek, his touch gentle and tender. Without a moment's hesitation, he leaned in and captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

You didn't even skip a beat before kissing him back, your eyes closing as you surrendered to the depth of the moment.