It had been a year since your old body had been destroyed during the ambush mission, leaving you with a new form that still felt unfamiliar at times. While you had adapted to some extent, there were still moments when you longed for the familiar feeling of your former self.

Desmond stood there, staring at you as you slept peacefully in the tank. The sight of your current form, with your tail now in its four tentacles mode, wrapped around yourself, triggered a pang of guilt within him. He knew that this new body was a result of your sacrifice during the previous mission, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt that you were now different.

He gently placed his hand on the glass, as if trying to reach out to you, even though you were separated by the confines of the tank. The emotions that stirred within him were a complex mix of love, gratitude, and regret.

Desmond pressed his forehead against the glass and closed his eyes for a moment, silently praying for your safety. Once he opened them again, he softly, "Don't die, babe. I can't lose you again."

He pressed a gentle kiss against the glass, a silent gesture of farewell and support as he silently wished you to wake up.

With a heavy heart, he added, "I love you. Come back to me, alright?" staring at you while sleeping.