PSL: For Charles

[fucking_gentleman]

It had taken a week to stabilise Harry to the point that he could under go more surgery, to build in the frame work and connections for his new eye. He was fairly out of it for another week after that, between painkillers and recovery.

It was a few days after that that, by the time Charles came down, Harry was sitting on the edge of the bed, a wheelchair sitting nearby and Harry rather insistently trying to get his nurse to let him wear the suit he wanted, rather than the far more relaxed clothing she was insisting on.

"Charles! Help me, Eggsy's on mission or I'd requisition him. I'm not being unreasonable, I'm not even asking for a three piece suit, just being allowed to dress in a manner that I find more comfortable."

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[fucking_gentleman]

"I could make a new career out of being a dirty old man." Or maybe not. He couldn't imagine harassing most of the staff and the remaining members might take it the wrong way. "Or take up being grumpy. Sit in the store front with a shotgun and yell at young people to stop loitering."

[grailknight]

Charles chuckled. "I can't imagine that actually going very well."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Which? My flirting with the pretty young staff or sitting in the store front with a shotgun?" As if either was a good idea. Though he did tend to flirt regardless.

"At least Chester's godson was knocked out of the running. I don't think I could muster the interest to flirt with him and then I'd have to deal with his indignation at not being harassed."

[grailknight]

"Sitting in the store front with a shotgun. The clientele wouldn't be much impressed either."

Charles curled his lip. "I really hated that boy."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Well, no, probably not. So you think I have a future as a dirty old man, then?" He twisted to look back at Charles.

"I met him a few times, before his candidacy. He developed an unfortunate stomach bug at one of the events, had to make himself scarce for most of the night."

[grailknight]

"You have some of the necessary qualities for that already," he said dryly.

"That really is most unfortunate." The dryness withstood.

[fucking_gentleman]

"Do you mean 'old' or 'dirty'? Think carefully before you answer that."

Harry hummed, clearly content with himself. "Yes, it was. And he had such interesting opinions on the 'faggots' and 'gutter trash liberals'."

[grailknight]

"I mean dirty, of course. You are pretty filthy, Harry."

Charles nodded. "Poor boy. He must have absolutely loathed himself."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Yes, I am. Years of practice."

Harry closed his eye, remembering the night fondly. He did enjoy a chance to make little oiks suffer.

[grailknight]

"Oh yes. A whole life's endeavour." Charles chuckled and then went sober. "I was quite sure that one fancied Eggsy, though was oblivious to that fact."

[fucking_gentleman]

"I never saw enough of them to give an opinion on that." But he didn't approve at even the thought of it. Charlie was not good enough for Eggsy. Or for your average pond slime. "He may have. What did happen to him after he failed?"

[grailknight]

"He was 'saved' by his godfather. Eggsy fought him at Valentine's compound. I daresay his head exploded like everyone else there."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Oh dear, what a loss, I suppose there won't be a grave to stand on and laugh, treacherous little prick."

[grailknight]

"No. Not for him or his family." He sighed.

[fucking_gentleman]

"... Chester?" Given Eggsy had killed him, in this very building, it was likely that Kingsman had taken over his funeral.

[grailknight]

"We gave him a grave, of course. But Charlie's parents also perished."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Good good... once I am able to, we must get very drunk and go and piss on it."

[grailknight]

"I would be delighted to do so." He never personally cared for King, but he respected the position. Now that King showed his real colours, Charles felt no reason to withhold true feelings.

[fucking_gentleman]

"Once I'm permitted to hit the whiskey again. Something about contraindicated with pain medication. And seizure medication. And something else they have me taking, anti coagulant?"

[grailknight]

Charles nodded. "You are at risk of having a stroke."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Yes, I am. And seizures. And all other delightful complications. But once my medications are under control, we are getting drunk and pissing on the man's grave."

[grailknight]

"Perhaps we should plan for it. On his birthday, would be my suggestion."

[fucking_gentleman]

"A good idea, that gives us-"

He voice trailed off.

He didn't know how long it gave them. He had no idea. He knew when his birthday was but Chester's?

That seemed to be gone.

"Dammit."

[grailknight]

"Six months from now. November."

[fucking_gentleman]

"November." Six months, meaning it was June. Summer. "It's Summer?" He hadn't seen outside in a long time.