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[fucking_gentleman]

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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[prettyballsy]

He hadn't wanted to leave. Not for anything. Sleeping uncomfortably in the chair, getting what he could. That suggestion was met with the sullen look of the boy he'd been before the Kingsman, not well slept or well cared for enough to still the look.

So he went and showered, drank enough coffee to make himself feel slightly ill and ate some sausage just for the protein. Not healthy not taking care of himself, but after the fever scare, he didn't care.

When he came to the door he had a tray in hand, a pot and a cup on it, steam rising from the pot. He paused then, not realizing Harry wasn't alone.

"I can come back," he said, turning on heel, dressed somberly in his suit once more.

[fucking_gentleman]

Merlin straightened up immediately. Eggsy and Roxy were closer to him than any agent except Harry, but he was still not ready to show that sort of weakness.

"I have briefings to put together. Try and keep him in the room if not in bed." Merlin left in a hurry, not looking at Eggsy.

Harry looked better. Sharper. A more natural colour. "Please, come in. I hope that's for me and not just some new and terribly torture devised to punish me for yesterday's stunt."

[prettyballsy]

Eggsy worried they were on edge. So close after they lost Harry and saved the world but they had fought and Eggsy wasn't acting like the agent he had been.

So he winced when Merlin hopped up to head out. Especially without making eye contact.

He came closer, glancing back at the door. "How much trouble am I in if he ain't even looking at me?" He asked, sounding uncertain then as he moved to set the tray on the bed, looking to Harry.

"Much as you don't deserve it for yesterday, course it's for you."

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry shuffled to make space for Eggsy next to him on the bed. Having discovered human contact, he had also discovered he was quite missing it and it helped him feel centred.

"He's not angry at you. Merlin doesn't like to be seen at anything less than his polished best." He didn't was to let Merlin's secrets slip, but if it took that to make Eggsy settle, he would. "He was a bit... emotional."

[prettyballsy]

He settled on, careful not to jostle the tray. Nervous, not certain if that was what Harry wanted. Yet he wanted to be near him, and wasn't willing to waste that.

"What was not polished best about that?" He frowned, not seeing Merlin different, not for being with his friend. "He apologize for leavin you?"

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry tilted his bent knees to rest against Eggsy, making it clear he was intended to be sitting there.

"His eyes were notably red rimmed, Eggsy," Harry said softly. That was what Merlin had been hiding. Don't make him say it out loud, Eggsy.

"Amongst other things. But yes, he apologised for leaving me alone at the hospital once he understood my problem with it."

[prettyballsy]

That was... new and comforting and dammit, but Eggsy realized he liked that. His hand curled lightly against the curve of his knee, settling there comfortably.

"As if I'd have noticed," he said, rolling his eyes, not nodding. "Or said a thing. I was distracted visually checking you to see how you was," he pointed out.

"Good. Glad. You two should work on whatcha had before," he said with a nod. "Until then though, drink your tea before I drink it."

[fucking_gentleman]

"He is... vaguely familiar." It was about as close as Harry ever got to remembering at this stage. "I'm sleeping better here, as well. I never slept well in the hospital. I don't think anyone sleeps well in a hospital, in fairness.

"And by all accounts, my eye is still healing and the pins are holding solid. Which is even better."

He picked up his cup with his left hand, sipping it. "Mm. Lady Grey?"

[prettyballsy]

"That's a start. What I am, after all," he said, figuring jokes would be helpful. "Good, and we'll keep you here. Even if I have to fight for that," he said, meaning it. He would. He knew now, he needed Henry here.

"I saw... I saw it, without the pathc. I..." He shook his head, bowing his head as he bit at his lip. Taking a breath, pulling himself back together as he raised his head, lifted his gaze.

"As I recall, it is your morning preference, right?"

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry laid his right hand on Eggsy's knee, squeezing and leaving it there. "It's quite ugly, I know. And rather shocking. But it looks far worse than it is. I even still have the eye, which I've been assured was a small miracle on its own."

He nodded. "I believe it is, yes. We must have been quite close for you to be aware of that."

[prettyballsy]

Oh but that made him smile, unable to help himself at that touch. "Ugly? Where the bloody hell did you get that word?" He rolled his eyes, giving him a look. "Never a word that came to my mind," he said, shaking his head.

"Nope, not like that. It's my job though, right? Watch and observe and learn?" Except that wasn't it. It was him being the stalker that he was about everything Harry liked, because he liked Harry.

[fucking_gentleman]

"I have seen my injuries, you know. The wound itself is quite ugly at the moment. Horrific, even." He sipped his tea. "Really? It came to mind when I saw it. I might not be a young man, but I think I'm rather handsome one still and those wounds are quite detracting at present."

Harry was a bit vain. He'd realised that fairly quickly and accepted it.

"Is it? I'll take your word for it, I'm still not entirely sure what is done by whom here." He sipped again, relaxing into his pillows. "I am scheduled to spend large parts of today inside various machines having my head scanned. I hope you have something more entertaining planned."

[prettyballsy]

"Yeah well, I'm the young man looking at you and ugly is not the word that comes to mind, okay?" He made a face, rolling his eyes at that and knowing that time he was being downright obvious. "Besides, you took it in the field. War wound. Whoever you set your heart on will find you handsome and see it as a sign of honor," he said, making a face. What the hell was he even talking about?

"Yeah well, there's other stuff in there." None of it stalking the guy he fancied. Nope. Not that.

Eggsy shrugged. "Get ordered to take a nap. Take JB for a walk. Mock Roxy's poodle. Normal shit," he said, as if he wasn't a secret agent and could be sent on a mission at any moment.

[fucking_gentleman]

Interesting.

His fingers pushed slowly to rub the inside of Eggsy's knee, nothing inappropriate but definitely intimate. Maybe even suggestively. He didn't watch his hand, keeping his focus on the conversation and his tea.

"You should try and get some rest. You look quite pale and tired. You should let me have your mp3 player for while I'm in my scans and you can sleep here until I come back." Perfectly casual.

[prettyballsy]

Not even fair, Harry Hart! Not fair. Because Eggsy had dreamt of these things, and maybe even fantasized but never thought he would have this. Not like this.

He was quiet, considering that before he nodded, swallowing hard against the suddenly dry mouth.

"Sure. That works for me," he said with a nod. "Thanks."

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry gave Eggsy a warm smile and squeezed his knee again, fingers lingering before he moved his hand away, nursing his cup of tea and saucer. "You do need a few hours of sleep. You look exhausted, dear boy. Very well polished, but exhausted. Go and get your mp3 player and by the time you get back, you can get some sleep."

[prettyballsy]

Right. Thinking. Planning. Anything but focusing on the way the heat of Harry's fingers seemed to burn into his skin. Fuck, this was just confusing the hell out of him, and he didn't want it to stop.

"Being here is more important, but thanks," he said, smiling at being called polished by Harry. "Be right back," he said, moving away reluctantly, pulling his jacket straight and heading out to get the the player.

He wasn't long, pausing to make sure JB was good and fed, and then heading back with the player in hand.

[fucking_gentleman]

While he was gone, Harry finished his tea and got wrapped up in a kingsman robe, enjoying the feel of familiar slippers on his feet and leaning on the edge of his bed.

A nurse waited outside his room with a wheelchair, giving Eggsy a smile and nod as he came back and through.

Harry flashed another smile at Eggsy. "Good. Now, don't sleep in that suit, you'll wrinkle it and it's not that comfortable to sleep in, I'll be back when my scans are finished."

[prettyballsy]

They weren't alone and he was careful as he moved to press the player into Harry's hand. "Hope it doesn't drive you too mad," he teased, making the same jokes that Eggsy often did, wanting to amuse him before he had to deal with all of these tests.

"And promise. I would never ruin the suit. Please. I was taught better than that."

By the very man he was smiling at, wanting to hug.

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry gave him a warm smile, a brief hug and then went to the door, letting the nurse help him into the wheelchair and wheel him off.

When he said he had some scans, what he meant was he was going to be spending up to an hour at a time inside CT Scanners, having ultrasounds over his stab wounds, various x-rays checking his pins and internal surgeries and generally having his entire body documented into the Kingsman servers.

He slept for some it. He listened to Eggsy's music without judgement.

He was returned to his room hours later. He dismissed the nurse and slipped back into his room.

[prettyballsy]

The hug just seemed to burn through the jacket. All he had fancied Harry since he showed up at the station, Eggsy had never thought he would have a single thing that made him believe that Harry could feel the same. Now though, now he had to consider.

Taking careful time to hang up his jacket on the back of the chair, and then folding his trousers, he left his shoes and socks under the edge of the bed and curled up in his white tea and boxers that were brightly colored and paisley.

Curling up in Harry's bed, he wrapped his arms around the pillow, hugging it tightly to him. His eyes closed, inhaling a scent he knew, and sighing softly. He hadn't thought he would sleep, but it wasn't long before he passed out. Still asleep when Harry came back.

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry was quiet letting himself in to the room. It was a single bed, which was what deterred him from just climbing back into bed behind Eggsy and curling around him.

He wondered if his old self had had the same feelings. He suspected he did, which begged the question of why he had done nothing about the obvious attraction.

He came to sat on the side of the bed, stroking the young man's temple softly, not trying to wake him.

[prettyballsy]

At first Eggsy didn't even move. Then, making a soft sound, he shifted. Wriggling in closer, burying his face against Harry's hip. Not quite letting the pillow go, not really aware he wasn't alone.

It felt good though, delicate and soft and he settled in with a sigh. Murmuring in his sleep, one word clear in that soft, babbling voice. Harry.

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry didn't try to wake him still, just settling his hand along the strong jaw and curling around the back of his head, thumb still stroking his temple softly.

He fitted one of the earbuds back into his ear and started the music again. He could happily sit here and wait for Eggsy to wake on his own. And when the screen flashed a brief really, Galahad? he just flicked up two fingers to the camera and ignored it.

[prettyballsy]

That touch made him settle, breath soft and shallow, his arm moving to settle along what he thought was the pillow but was curling his hand against Harry's thigh.

Unaware of what was going on. Or even being watched. Not until he shifted, rolling further into the form next to him. And realizing he wasn't alone, that wasn't a pillow.

"Hmmm?" Lifting his head, blinking up, bleary eyed. "H-Harry?" Some secret agent, coming to all sleepy and drowsy and not even worried. If someone had wanted him dead, he would be.