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Harry was not aware of the fight that happened when Eggsy went back to HQ.

He wasn't aware that Merlin had visited him twice since he woke up from his coma, because both times his brain had struggled with the damage and flood of memories and promptly failed to cope. He never managed to make an actual memory of Merlin's visits, because his memory centres had been too inflamed at that stage.

He may never know how gutted Merlin was to find that Harry was alive, but still just as gone as before and that he had agreed with the treating specialists to give Harry space to heal and recover before they did anything about trying to get his memory recovered.

Harry was not as well recovered as Harry thought he was, or managed to present.

But it was agreed that they wouldn't move him from where he was. The staff there were briefed on his situation, there was security in place and it wasn't worth the fight with both Eggsy AND Harry to get him moved.

Eggsy was told not to visit, to let Harry recover physically.

Harry, on the other hand, got out to the phone and managed to dial the number on the back of the medal and then gave what he assumed was the pass code of Oxfords, not Brogues.

Date: 2016-05-28 05:36 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prettyballsy
He smiled then, nodding. "Learn, adapt, transform. Just what happened." And he had disappointed Harry in the last talk they ever had. He would never let that go. Even now.

"Mum and baby sister. They've got their own life. My life is different now. No partner. Got Roxy but she works more than I do so that doesn't change much," he said, smiling fondly as he talked about her.

"And so I get to know whoever Harry Dewhatchasaid is. You were there for me twice when I needed you, Harry. Why would I not be here for you now? Where I want to be. Also, for the record, so far you're not unpleasant at all. For one, you've not yelled at me once. Most do."

He was making jokes, trying to make him relax. "Do you want me not here?"

Date: 2016-05-28 05:51 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prettyballsy
"Good. Don't like it anyway," he said, smirking. "Least I could have just stuck with Harry." And he would have, because yeah, no. It was so... French, and romantic mooshy sounding. Because Hart wasn't.

"This busy young man has two things in his life, and only one since you died. The other is going to be looking for me soon and then there will be texts and more yelling and likely me tracking your ass down," he admitted, being bluntly honest. He suspected Harry would want that, one way or another.

"And no, that ain't it at all, and you're not old. You're Harry." And brain damaged. He couldn't argue that but he was seeing healing. Maybe one day he'd be out of a bed and living whatever life he wanted now. "I'm going to give you my mobile number before I go. Then you can call me and we won't risk Merlin intercepting, though he will. He gave me the damn thing."

Date: 2016-05-28 06:15 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prettyballsy
"What the fuck is the Ver you're of?" He put it out there, utterly Eggsy in just having to argue it.

"I can make that happen. Sally out at the station will get me a pen and paper, and bring you a phone," he added, waggling his brows and smirking. "I had her notifying me of your condition." He was trained by Harry to get what he wanted. Well, not quite but it was how he was using his training.

"Your passport lies. Subtract twenty years and I'm nearly forty," he said, entirely deadpan. "Buying that?"

Date: 2016-05-28 07:12 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prettyballsy
"I just use my given name. No one uses it," he admitted, amused. "And no, I don't, he added quickly in case Harry had a memory moment, or a common sense moment, there. "Never thought of one." He supposed eventually he should.

"You got it. May change it in a couple of days. Pick up a burner than might give Merlin a few days of hacking or whatever he does to track down," he said, knowing he could never fully keep secerts from him, but might as well try.

He chuckled then. "If you meant twenty six, you're wrong. I'm exactly three days over, so there," he said, sounding so very childish. Not that he'd done much for his birthday with worrying about Harry. "And ain't nothing wrong with those fifty three years."

Date: 2016-05-29 01:47 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prettyballsy
"I know. I know all of that," he said, shrugging. "He knows I'm here. I know that. I can also buy time. I can set things to get a better chance. I'm not always wearing clothes and my glasses," he pointed out. "Did you really want me to say I would call you naked?"

Now he was being a dick, just because he could, and it was funny. At least to him.

"Nope, you didn't say the wrong thing at all. Say what y'want, Harry. I'm here to listen and talk." He made a face. "Naw. I didn't do anything for it. No big deal." He'd been too busy worrying about Harry.

Date: 2016-05-29 02:29 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prettyballsy
"You're worth more than cheap anything," he said, not even thinking about the words before they were out. "But we'll save that until you're feeling better."

He was quiet a minute before saying softly. "You're going to say things as you remember them. You're being the man you are," he pointed out. "Even if you don't remember."

Date: 2016-05-29 02:49 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prettyballsy
Eggsy was on his feet in a moment, coming over closer then. Concern furrowed his brow, shifting to stand over Harry where he could see the machines and their numbers.

"Then get some sleep, and I'll leave the number with the nurse," he offered. "I'll go back and stare blankly at Merlin while he rants at me, or worse, gives me the disappointed head shake. Ain't you giving me that look, so I'm not gonna feel guilt over it."

A pause, just staring down at the man. "One positive. Your head don't seem to be pounding and all. A start, right?" He smiled then, trying to focus on the positive. For both their sakes.

Date: 2016-05-29 03:55 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prettyballsy
"Sorry. Took whatcha said wrong," he said, staying where he was. Eggsy wasn't entirely in the know of his own emotions. No, he knew them, but not how much they showed. It was all jokes and laughter and comments, right? Sure. That's what it was.

"I meant to tell you. I know you don't remember it maybe? From whatcha said but, I didn't mean to hurt you, Harry. I wouldn't do that if I had known."

And he had been fretting over that, terrified he had truly done more damage just in his need to not let Harry go again.

Date: 2016-05-29 04:09 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prettyballsy
He shrugged, frowning at that question as he moved to fold his arms. "When... last time, you like had this look on your face and you just... I don't know. The memories hurt. What Merlin was sayin'. Why he didn't come back, because it hurt you."

And hurting Harry hurt him.

"Last time I saw you, we fought. I disappointed you. Don't want to hurt you."

Date: 2016-05-29 04:24 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prettyballsy
"Yeah I didn't shoot a dog and I stole a car," he said, rushing through the words as if that was nothing. His arms tightened in where he had them folded, shoulders hunching a bit. "And don't think that. Jesus fucking Christ don't think that. All I noticed since the day you were shot was you not there."

Date: 2016-05-29 04:39 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prettyballsy
Dammit, dammit, dammit. He was doing okay. He was being a strong agent, a Kingsman. He wasn't even sure which one hit him that hard. Harry remembering JB, or that touch.

His eyes closed, so tight, painfully so, fighting the tears. "You didn't. You did your job. Don't worry though. The bastard that shot you paid for it." Not enough though. Not nearly fucking enough. "I did my job though, Harry. Promise. I did everything that you'd be proud. Every day."

Date: 2016-05-29 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prettyballsy
Oh! Oh that. He hesitated only a minute before he was wrapping his arms around Harry, trying to be gentle and cling at the same time.

"I let you down, and then I embarrassed you," he whispered. "I'm sorry." They were words in his head for months now, words he had whispered at night when he'd slowed down and had nothing to think about but Harry.

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