Harry was finishing up packing his things when he heard the familiar and yet not words come over the speaker in his room.

He had yet to listen to this particular song since that day in Cambodia, but seeing as he had no choice, he decided to listen as he moved through the space.

All my memories gathered 'round her

Miner's lady, stranger to blue water

Dark and dusty, painted on the sky

Misty taste of moonshine

Teardrops in my eye

Country roads, take me home

To the place, I belong

West Virginia, mountain momma

Take me home, country roads

Home...did he even have that anymore? He didn't think so. Everything that remained of his life before Richmond Valentine came on the scene had been destroyed by Poppy Adams,

and he had been living in a sterile room with no memory of who he was for a year before Eggsy and Merlin, having nowhere else to turn, came to Statesman for help rebuilding the tattered remains of Kingsman.

It seemed truly terrifying to him. He had no choice but to start over, but what did he do? Even with Statesman resources at his disposal, he and Eggsy were the only ones left.

He heard a gentle knock on the door behind him and smiled when it opened to reveal a short, red-headed woman.

She was holding a neatly wrapped package in her hands and she smiled a smile that made his heart flutter...not that he would tell anyone that of course.

"Hey, Galahad! I wanted to catch you before you, Tequila, Merlin and G2 before you go back to London."

Harry waited with anticipation as she fiddled with the package in her hands. Abruptly, she held it out to him.

"I got you somethin' special to remember me by. When we were talking about your butterfly collection, you said you didn't have this one."

Gently, he took it from her hands, knowing how much courage it had taken this small woman to do this.

He could tell she was not the most at ease around men, so for her to be here alone with him was a big deal.

He unwrapped it, noting the look of dread laced anticipation in her eyes and acting accordingly. What he saw once the paper was gone took his breath away.

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The Question Mark butterfly. He had been trying to get one of these for his collection as long as he could remember and had never been able to find one.

His little friend had given him a gift, but not just any gift. It was a thoughtful one. One that proved to him that despite his best efforts,

she cared enough about him to listen and remember when he told her things. It warmed his heart that she even thought of it, and he couldn't stop his single eye from misting over.

"Thank you, Agent Tonic. You have no idea how much this means to me."

She relaxed significantly, knowing that her gift, which she had worked so hard to find and procure for him, was well received.

He tried to resist the impulse, but he walked over to her and pulled her into a hug, his suit be damned.

The smile that overtook his features when she wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled her cheek into his chest was blinding in its brilliance. Too bad no one else was there to see it.

"Please don't go..."

He heard her whisper, and the sweet sound made his chest ache in its innocence. Of course, he didn't want to leave her behind, but he also didn't want to uproot her and bring her to an unfamiliar place simply because he wanted her close to him. He had a responsibility to the Kingsman he didn't feel he could ignore, but his heart was screaming at him never to let this treasure in his arms go. Instinctively, he curled his arms around her even tighter, letting her know that for the moment, she had him. Gently extracting himself from her arms, he took her face in his hands and looked her in the eye.

"I wish I could stay, Caroline. I really do, but the Kingsman need me, and the Statesman needs you."

She nodded. Despite the tears in her eyes, she knew he was right.

"I know...I wish it didn't have to be this way..."

She whispered, and he nodded, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"I do as well..."

He whispered, and she smiled in spite of her sadness. She pulled away from him and rested her hands on his chest, gently smoothing out the wrinkles her tight embrace had left behind. Eventually, her hands drifted down from his lapel to his hands, which she took in her own. He couldn't stop smiling, it seemed, and she knew it.

Eventually, her hands drifted down from his lapel to his hands, which she took in her own. He couldn't stop smiling, it seemed, and she knew it, basking in it's brilliance for as long as she could.

"It don't have to end here, does it? We can still talk and visit and all of that...right?"

Her voice drifted away, and the sadness returned. For Harry, the truth of the matter was quite simple: every second he spent in her presence weakened his resolve. Every minute spent with her was making him less and less likely to get on the plane that would bring him, Eggsy and Merlin back to Europe and away from her. It stung more than he thought it would. As he looked at her, in all of her beauty and shyness, fear and anxiety, heart and courage, he felt a warmth in his chest that he hadn't felt with anyone before. He resolved to make it work. What they had was too important to him to forsake forever. Leaning down and kissing her deeply, he made a decision.

"No, it doesn't, my sweet, sweet Caroline. I'll be here as long as you'll have me."

And he meant that with every fiber of his being.