Petty Old Bastard

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When he left the medical bay after the goodbye, Henry walked the corridor of the West Wing with the kiss on his mind. He had certainly liked it but wondered if this counted as having taken advantage of her. Or did it count the other way around? 

'She has lived for Three centuries but with how little experience she has of actually living, does it even count? She might as well be a twenty-five-year-old who just kissed a 50-year-old.

On the other hand, this body of mine is still nineteen, well into Adulthood, sure, but just locked lips with a lady who has been alive for over three hundred years!'

Henry walked into his room, closed his door, and looked up at the ceiling with a smile on his face,

'But it WAS a good kiss though. How long has it been since I shared it with someone?'