[Manners are something Eggsy learned, and not so very long ago, at that. Harry grew up with them. They aren't a mask, for him; rather, he hopes they aren't. Because that would mean the 'real' Harry Hart is the man who slaughtered fifty civilians and attacked his protege. Or at least it feels like it would.]
Dunno, ( comes easily to his lips, a (restrained) shrug on his shoulders. eggsy takes a deep breath like he's bracing for something big. but he just lets it out in a huff instead, scratching at his temple and letting the silence drag on for a bit.
he'd meant it, he doesn't know; there's probably protocol about this like there is pulling hot shrapnel from someones face, something merlin would know but merlin isn't here anymore apparently. which means eggsy's going to wing it. )
It's alright to be afraid. But there's nothing irreperable about your damage, Harry.
[Neither of us can possibly know that, he doesn't say. Instead:]
I suppose I've spent a while too long wallowing in self-pity.
[Which is a terrible disservice to his scars, literal and otherwise, but he can't get professional help here so the next best thing is to deny a need for it.]
( that's a relieving thing to hear, but doesn't feel as much like a switch being flipped as he wants it to. )
No, no. ( because it feels important to, now that harry is talking to him at all, not to rush things. there's very honest sincerity in his voice when he leans forward and looks like he wants to reach out and touch. but the last time they'd hugged it'd been awkward and felt unwanted, so this time he just curls his fingers into a fist and gently bouncing his hand on the arm of the chair. )
— wallow however long you need. So long as it ain't... like, forever.
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Thank you.
[He sits, breathes in the scent of smoke.]
Where do you want to start?
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he'd meant it, he doesn't know; there's probably protocol about this like there is pulling hot shrapnel from someones face, something merlin would know but merlin isn't here anymore apparently. which means eggsy's going to wing it. )
It's alright to be afraid. But there's nothing irreperable about your damage, Harry.
Re: action
I suppose I've spent a while too long wallowing in self-pity.
[Which is a terrible disservice to his scars, literal and otherwise, but he can't get professional help here so the next best thing is to deny a need for it.]
action
No, no. ( because it feels important to, now that harry is talking to him at all, not to rush things. there's very honest sincerity in his voice when he leans forward and looks like he wants to reach out and touch. but the last time they'd hugged it'd been awkward and felt unwanted, so this time he just curls his fingers into a fist and gently bouncing his hand on the arm of the chair. )
— wallow however long you need. So long as it ain't... like, forever.
Re: action
Eggsy. [His voice is gentle, but this isn't a debate.] What I need is to draw a line under this.
[Because he'll be dead before he's over it. Wallowing isn't going to help him heal.]