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]

"They ask stupid questions and make inane comments." And his temper was a bit frayed.

[grailknight]

He smirked. "And looking out for your wellbeing."

[fucking_gentleman]

"Bah." Bah on that. Clearly, their sole purpose was to thwart and frustrate him.

[grailknight]

Charles laughed. "Are they really that intolerable?"

[fucking_gentleman]

"Of course they are. They keep me in bed all the time with absolutely nothing fun to do..."

[grailknight]

"True." Charles smiled. "Now that you are outside, what would you like to do?"

[fucking_gentleman]

"What can I do? I think I'd like to see a park. Playground. Something with life." Watching children playing would be good, a reminder of everything they fought for.