He stroked a finger over Eggsy's eyebrow while he sorted his thoughts.
"You're young, in years but not in experience. You haven't had much luck with adults in your life or with guidance, probably until me. You work hard to be accepted and make me proud, but you never feel that you've done enough, that no one really believes you should be here because you don't believe you deserve to be here.
"You're loyal beyond sensibility and beyond the grave. You have tremendous respect for Merlin and Roxy, which is why you work so hard to not show any dint in your armour, but you're stung so hard by perceived rejection from them. And from me. You've had a candle in your heart for me for a long time, but I never gave any indication of interest in return. Or at least, not in a manner you recognised. You watched me die and you hurt like you'd been shot instead of me and now that I'm here, you're torn between begging forgiveness, shaking me for everything you went through and my leaving things unresolved between us and," he leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "Begging me for something else entirely."
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Date: 2016-06-02 05:52 am (UTC)He stroked a finger over Eggsy's eyebrow while he sorted his thoughts.
"You're young, in years but not in experience. You haven't had much luck with adults in your life or with guidance, probably until me. You work hard to be accepted and make me proud, but you never feel that you've done enough, that no one really believes you should be here because you don't believe you deserve to be here.
"You're loyal beyond sensibility and beyond the grave. You have tremendous respect for Merlin and Roxy, which is why you work so hard to not show any dint in your armour, but you're stung so hard by perceived rejection from them. And from me. You've had a candle in your heart for me for a long time, but I never gave any indication of interest in return. Or at least, not in a manner you recognised. You watched me die and you hurt like you'd been shot instead of me and now that I'm here, you're torn between begging forgiveness, shaking me for everything you went through and my leaving things unresolved between us and," he leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "Begging me for something else entirely."
He leaned back. "How did I do?"