fucking_gentleman | For prettyballsy

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eggsy/gawain,
psl

For prettyballsy

The alarm was sounded at eleven in the morning, the day after Eggsy visited.

The alarms should have gone off before then, but Harry had hacked the machines, pulling and stripping wires and looping the feedback back into itself so there was no sign that he was no longer connected.

He had borrowed clothes by picking his way through the hospital, acquiring one item after another, cards and pass codes and by the time he left, he was dressed and had loose cash, a pilfered phone from a wanker who refused to turn it off and said wanker's credit card, which he used to withdraw the maximum he could and then tossed.

With more CCTV than any other city in the world, he then vanished off the grid.

By the time Eggsy was brought in by Merlin at quarter past midday, Merlin was waiting for another ping from a new internet cafe, the various footage of Harry's escape running behind him, being analysed by technicians for any hints.

"He realised he'd been made and vanished from the last internet cafe in under two minutes. He was off the cameras again within five. You're being authorised to locate and bring in Galahad, before he becomes a target or, worse, gives himself a stroke."

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Harry stayed out for a few hours. First sedation and then just sleeping off his adventure.

One person stopped by. Merlin appeared, loomed and looked for a few moments and then swept off again without a word, already studying his clipboard again.

Harry woke up the only way he knew. Aware of his surroundings and sharply aware around him while giving away nothing.

His eye opened after a couple of seconds, looking around and focusing on Eggsy. Which drew a smile. "Hello, my dear boy."

That was all he needed. Striding forward, coming to stand by his bed.

"Told you I wouldn't let you take you back," he admitted, honest and not hiding the truth of his words. "Merlin came by. Be thankful you slept through it? How are you feeling?"

Harry closed his eyes again, making some vague motion towards the chair next to him, for Eggsy to sit.

"Like I might have over extended myself," he admitted. "But the pain relief they're giving me is excellent. I am sorry if I frightened you."

He took that then, moving to pull the chair over so that he could sit down. Settling in, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees.

"Frightened me? Naw. Never," he said with a smirk, lying smoothly. "What would get me scared. You've already proven you don't die."

Harry blindly reached out to try and take Eggsy's hand. Like before, he didn't really mean to do it, but he thought about it and just did it and he didn't really feel any shame about that.

"That's good then. I'd hate to cause you more distress than I already have."

No hesitation, curling his fingers around Harry's. Holding his hand, letting his thumb brush over the back of the other agent's hand.

"As if, Harry. Don't worry about that and just worry about getting better and making Merlin sigh more."

"If Merlin claims I'm the reason that he went bald, he's probably right." It was murmured softly, not really connected to the words. Which so far had been the only way he'd really remembered anything.

He held onto Eggsy's hand, grateful for a bit of human contact that he'd been sorely lacking. "You know, they say that contact with another person or a cat speeds healing."

"Yeah well, you're not taking my hair," he said, rubbing his free hand over his hair. "So don't think you're getting to me like you did him," he said, still fighting to hold himself together, knowing they were being watched.

"Well, my luck your'e allergic to cats then," he said, then arching a brow. "Are you?"

"No idea," he responded blithely. "Probably not? Do you think they'd let me have a razor for a shave? I have a tremble in my right hand, but since I seem to be ambidextrous, that seems to be much less of an issue."

"And risk you falling and slicing your throat? You really think they're going to let you do that?"

He made a face, chuckling. "I'll get you one. Anything else?"

"I'll sit down to do it." He glanced to Eggsy. "Thank you. I'd also like a pen and note book. I need to start sorting out my thoughts and memories as they happen. And right now, I could murder a cup of tea, since I don't think I'm allowed anything stronger with the medication I'm on."

"I can get you those things," he offered, giving a nod. "Including the tea," he said, meaning it. "Though you never know, they might make me keep it tepid, all for your sake," he said, smiling. "As for stronger, I can't risk it without knowing what you're one."

Damn but he was working to hold himself together, trying to be a responsible Kingsman. For Harry's sake, not Merlin's.

"I know. Not advisable with a head injury anyway." He shifted their hands slightly to lace their fingers together and sank a bit more into the pillows. "That sounds good... I might have a little sleep."

That felt good, and odd, and perfect, and dammit, Harry that wasn't Hart but was. Shifting, leaning into that hold and watching him intently.

"You do that. I'll sit here and consider making you tea. And maybe getting roxe to bring me some."

Harry hummed softly, head tipping back into the pillow and fingers slowly loosening their grip.

He had thoroughly over done and was lucky if he didn't set back his recovery with stunts like that. But, in the end, he'd gotten exactly what he wanted. He made them take him home, with Eggsy.

He stayed right there, his fingers still holding Harry's. He should sleep. Or get something to eat. Not to mention a debriefing he had ignored by standing outside of medical.

Instead he stayed where he was, not letting go of his fingers. He just wanted to stay there, be with him. Especially since Harry had reached for him before he fell asleep.

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