"Those things seem quite at odds with each other," Eggsy says. He glances up at the walls, covered in butterflies and other insects. It's...a bit weird, maybe, but they're all perfectly aligned, all the frames straight and perfect. That certainly suits Harry, he thinks. It's hard for him to imagine what Harry might have been like as a teenager, running wild, without all his perfectly-contained manners like he has now. He wonders if they'd have got on then; probably not, because of the way that Eggsy is, especially at rich boys. But he likes to think they would have anyway.
It's an utterly useless train of thought, but he can't help it.
A smile comes back to his face, unbidden, at Harry's compliment. The stunt with the car hadn't exactly been planned, but he had driven quite a ways through the busy London streets, backwards. He hadn't told anyone why he'd crashed the car, in the end. The cops thought he was just drunk and he let them think that.
"I'd have gone further, but there was a fox in the road," he says with a shrug. Harry already knows he rammed the cop car to cover for his friends so they could get away.
He feels slightly embarrassed by the praise, though he likes it. He buries his face in his tea for a second. He could get used to this, sitting here with Harry and spiked tea. He's pretty sure this isn't what they're meant to be doing, but it's better than any of the official things he can think of.
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Date: 2019-08-28 06:08 am (UTC)It's an utterly useless train of thought, but he can't help it.
A smile comes back to his face, unbidden, at Harry's compliment. The stunt with the car hadn't exactly been planned, but he had driven quite a ways through the busy London streets, backwards. He hadn't told anyone why he'd crashed the car, in the end. The cops thought he was just drunk and he let them think that.
"I'd have gone further, but there was a fox in the road," he says with a shrug. Harry already knows he rammed the cop car to cover for his friends so they could get away.
He feels slightly embarrassed by the praise, though he likes it. He buries his face in his tea for a second. He could get used to this, sitting here with Harry and spiked tea. He's pretty sure this isn't what they're meant to be doing, but it's better than any of the official things he can think of.