He was talking about things that weren't going to help. He was saying things that wouldn't do anything for Harry. He just hadn't been able to help himself because it was what he saw over and over again, day and night.

Eggsy was fighting not to hunch over, not to wrinkle his suit, not to be an embarassment to Kingsman, to Harry.

"It's part of being a Kingsman, right?" He shifted, looking over his shoulder at Harry. "You end up seeing those you care about die. How we first met." But he'd gotten Harry back even if he hadn't gotten his dad.