Harry made a grumbling sound and curled up more, inadvertently hugging Merlin with his legs while settling his head more on Eggsy.

"No. Probably not. But you have and it's there now." He stood up again, running a hand over Harry's hip when he stirred. It might have seemed rather intimate, but they'd spent far too much time with each other to really care anymore.

"His reluctance probably has to do with your father's death. He never stopped blaming himself for Lee dying. Taking him away from your mother and you. And your hero worship of him... I would've had his balls if he'd tried it then."