Six months after the whole war in Freeland, you and Khalil had gotten into a relationship, even his alter ego/split personality—Painkiller enjoyed you, who would sometimes come out to spend time with you. The two were very different, but both loved you just as the same. So when Khalil did his signature knock on your window, you noticed he was a bit bruised from his latest mission. “Your boyfriend needs love and some patching up.” He sheepishly says, climbing through your window, wincing a bit.