PSL: For Charles

[fucking_gentleman]

It was a week before they were willing to let Harry be moved.

He had another emergency surgery where they had to concede to losing his left eye to keep the nerve intact. Once they managed to get him stable again, they made him get through five days of no crashing, no unpredicted dips or spikes, just quiet healing and level drug intake.

Then and only then was it agreed that Harry could be transported back to England. It would be with transport staff, a doctor and two nurses and he was kept in light sedation to keep his pain manageable while they moved him.

They were met in the Kingsman hangar by Merlin. He didn't offer any words, just stood by Harry's sleeping form for a while and then left with an instruction to settle him in medical called back over one shoulder.

When Harry did regain consciousness, it was in the blessedly familiar surrounds of Kingsman medical. He actually sighed with the relief, staring at the ceiling and willing his emotions back under control.

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[grailknight]

It seemed that he had finally gotten his way and Harry changed the subject.

"No. This past week has been terrible."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Would you sleep better in here with me?" He knew some widows and widowers found it incredibly difficult to adjust to sleeping alone again. And frankly, it wouldn't both him if Charles crawled into his bed to sleep. At least he'd know he was sleeping.

[grailknight]

"Yes, perhaps." He nodded. "I did not foresee that I couldn't sleep here." In less extreme ways than Harry, it seemed his body was beteaying him. He furrowed his brows. "I mean in the normal quarters."

[fucking_gentleman]

"I have no sense of time or day down here, but when it's something like a bed time for you, come back here and you stay with me." He didn't leave any space for argument.

[grailknight]

It would be breaking decorum but when was he ever stopped by that? "That is very kind of you." And something more. Why was he even looking for something more? Especially from Harry who was in recovery. But that didn't change how Harry could read him like nobody else.

[fucking_gentleman]

Fuck decorum.

"No, it's not. You might stop me from tearing apart the staff and I'll know you're sleeping. And you'll know I'm not trying to go anywhere."

[grailknight]

"Mmmph." He hadn't actually achieved any sleeping since returning to the manor. Plagued by images and thoughts that did not allow for sleep. Sleep only came when he was exhausted and couldn't function any longer.

[fucking_gentleman]

"Charles, this isn't a suggestion. You're only acting as Arthur, I can pull rank if I have to to make you sleep down here. So I know you are sleeping."

[grailknight]

Charles laughed. "Really, Harry. That isn't necessary."

[fucking_gentleman]

"I hope it isn't. So you will be coming back tonight to sleep, then?"

[grailknight]

"Yes. I will be coming back tonight to sleep." He sighed. "Is there anything else you need before I go?"

[fucking_gentleman]

"You have my list," Harry pointed out, giving a small smile.

[grailknight]

He nodded. "All right. I will return in a few hours." Charles stood up and pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead. "This is terrible but I enjoy the idea of you pulling rank on me."

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry hummed and gave a small chuckle. "That's because it proves I care."

[grailknight]

"Of course you care. I never once doubted that."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Good." He was relaxing again, thumb clicking for more pain relief.