"Right until he gets his head screwed on right," he muttered, fearing that reality.

His gaze followed Merlin, making a face. "Yeah, you do that. I'm going to be a pillow. I'm making that my assignment for now," he said, meaning it.

He knew Merlin was right, but it didn't mean much to Eggsy. He liked Harry. That's all that mattered to him. Even though he hadn't been in a relationship either, though he wondered why that was for Harry but he didn't ask.