Not Sildar

His mind booted in stages. It was slow going, aided by Kravitz at the computer, monitoring the progress. This was all new territory. Installing a human mind into a mechanical body was an all new process, and though they'd done it with AI, a human was way more complex than even their best AI. 

Not only was this a human mind, but it was the mind of one of his best friends, the husband of another of his best friend, and a coworker. Kravitz swallowed hard. 

They had no idea of knowing how much of Barry would remain, or how much he would remember. Would he remember his and their decision to take his mind out of his dying body and put it in a mechanical one? Would he even be there? Or was Barry dead, and he and Lup had killed him in an attempt to save him? 

Finally, the bar filled, and he entered a few keystrokes to begin the process of booting the body. It could take minutes, or hours, or days for the mind to wake up, for the connections to be made, and until then, he would appear to all the world to just sleep. 

Kravitz got up out of his chair and crossed to the flat metal table. They'd done their best to mimic Barry's body as best they could, laying faux fat under synthetic skin, and hair just the right shade of brown over his scalp, the moles and freckles and scars all just right. But it was a hurried body, and it wasn't perfect. Kravitz could honestly only hope he didn't remember enough to know that his body wasn't right, or to know everything that had happened and accept it was wrong. 

He sighed and sat on the edge of the table, looking to the two-way mirror, that had Lup and the rest of their team waiting behidn it. They'd agreed that it was best she not be there right away, and to keep the number of people to a minimum. "Now we wait," he said, folding his arms over his chest. 

Lup had her body back. It was great. For the first time in a decade, he could put his arms around Lup, could feel the warmth of her body, the muscles under her skin.

Taako'd been monopolizing Lup all day - not that Barry could blame him, he could barely keep his hands and eyes off of her either - but now it was his turn.

They're alone, and when he closes the door behind him, he locks it both with the lock, and magically. They weren't about to be interrupted by a nosy brother or Magnus. "Lup," he said, and reached out to catch her hand. he pulled her close. A decade apart couldn't begin to put a dent in their love, and it felt easy as breathing to wrap his arms around her, angle their faces together, and kiss her.