Hunt and Bryce land on Bryce’s rain-soaked roof, both shaken from the earlier fight. Hunt’s forearm and shoulder throb from the kristallos bite, while Bryce trembles and appears distant. Seeking warmth and reassurance, they hold each other, their shared fear and relief easing into quiet closeness.

Neither moves to go inside despite the storm. Hunt nuzzles Bryce’s neck, and Bryce responds, relaxing and drawing him closer. The comfort becomes charged as their touches grow exploratory, revealing mutual attraction that has been building under stress and grief.

Hunt’s restraint slips as the moment intensifies, his focus narrowing to Bryce and the solace she offers. The rain and his pain fade beneath the connection, suggesting a turning point in their partnership from wary allies toward something more personal.

The roof door bangs open. Hunt’s training snaps back; he draws his gun toward the intruder. Sabine steps out and commands them to back away, abruptly severing the moment. Her arrival injects hostility and promises new conflict, leaving Bryce and Hunt’s nascent intimacy exposed and unresolved.