Eggsy’s smile is all mischief when he answers, “Reckon that’s the best way to spend the night.” He’s had it bad for Harry since he saw him fight those goons in the pub just after they’d met. Even when he’d thought Harry was some ex-soldier and nothing more, he’d been impressive, impeccably dressed, way pot of Eggsy’s league. He still feels that’s likely true, but like that’s ever stopped him from trying something.
He finally dares to reach for Harry, hand coming up to the man’s face, thumb brushing along his cheek. It’s a tender gesture, soft and restrained because he doesn’t want to go too hard right off and make Harry change his mind.
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Date: 2019-09-03 01:10 pm (UTC)He finally dares to reach for Harry, hand coming up to the man’s face, thumb brushing along his cheek. It’s a tender gesture, soft and restrained because he doesn’t want to go too hard right off and make Harry change his mind.