Eggsy was not handling things well, but he had gone from screaming at Merlin and calling him names every chance he got to pouty, staring at the man and not saying a word. Not at all. He knew Harry would be so angry with him but he just couldn't. He couldn't find it in himself to forgive yet.
Did he understand why? Yeah, he'd seen the results. Did he get that it was for Harry's sake? Yep. Did that make it okay to not fucking tell him? Never. Maybe he would never be Harry Hart, but knowing he had not died that day after what had happened? Maybe it would have made every single day since then easier for Eggsy instead of constantly replaying that day over and over again in his head. Day in and day out.
Yet he had listened to the command not to visit. Only because if Merlin dismissed him from Kingsman, he might never see Harry again. That didn't stop him from charming a nurse to give him updates, or speaking to the operator that he had called that day from lock up and charmed her to call him if anyone called from Harry's area code, used that pass code. Harry had called. That meant he wasn't disobeying orders. He was answering the troubled call of an agent.
He arrived not in the tailored suit he'd worn before. Instead he was wearing a brilliant and eye hurting colors of gold and black with red, and track pants with his cap on backwards.
"You called?"
He asked from the door, nervous he was going to hurt Harry again. This time, the moment he saw the signs, he'd be gone and send in the nurse, but he had to see him after that call came in.
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Date: 2016-05-27 05:02 am (UTC)Did he understand why? Yeah, he'd seen the results. Did he get that it was for Harry's sake? Yep. Did that make it okay to not fucking tell him? Never. Maybe he would never be Harry Hart, but knowing he had not died that day after what had happened? Maybe it would have made every single day since then easier for Eggsy instead of constantly replaying that day over and over again in his head. Day in and day out.
Yet he had listened to the command not to visit. Only because if Merlin dismissed him from Kingsman, he might never see Harry again. That didn't stop him from charming a nurse to give him updates, or speaking to the operator that he had called that day from lock up and charmed her to call him if anyone called from Harry's area code, used that pass code. Harry had called. That meant he wasn't disobeying orders. He was answering the troubled call of an agent.
He arrived not in the tailored suit he'd worn before. Instead he was wearing a brilliant and eye hurting colors of gold and black with red, and track pants with his cap on backwards.
"You called?"
He asked from the door, nervous he was going to hurt Harry again. This time, the moment he saw the signs, he'd be gone and send in the nurse, but he had to see him after that call came in.