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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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"No, he's right. You deserve better." Harry would be moved by that if nothing else. He sat himself up, hand lingering on Eggsy's chest, but not teasing or feeling.

"No, you wouldn't let him hurt himself," Lamorak agreed. "But you would let him carry you away like that and he wouldn't let you know if he was unwell. Someone dislikes any perception of weakness in himself. Also, Harry, James isn't with us anymore. Roxanne is Lancelot now, remember?"

Harry frowned slightly, then his eyes went wide as he clearly did remember. "Oh Lord. Of course."

Eggsy was glaring though, feeling less like a Kingsman and more like a chastized child. Expression hard, that practiced cold he had worked on so much.

"I hurt him enough, before and after," He said, voice flat and less with the accent he normally cared. Kingsman and distant. "I won't do it again."

"He'll remember. He's working on it." Protective and angry, even if it wasn't his place.

"Harry. Behave." Alistair nodded slightly. "Also, Lancelot is looking for you, Gawain. Something about revenge for keeping schtum?"

Harry would take a guess who she was planning revenge against and he didn't envy Merlin. "Thank you, Alistair. We'll be fine. Go away, please."

Eggsy was the new kid. He hadn't been together as much as these two. It didn't change that tightness in his chest, the reaction he had to Dean which he knew was fucking inappropriate right now but that didn't change how he was feeling.

"Roxe knows where I've been," he noted, because he figured everyone knew. Not that he was bothered by seeing her. She was right. Revenge sounded just about right. "I'll find her in a sec."

Alistair nodded slightly and left them alone.

Harry pulled Eggsy up right. "You need to not be in my bed if I'm going to have any chance of behaving and not ravishing you, I'm afraid."

He was quiet a minute. "I upset him, didn't I?" He hadn't meant to. He was just.... Running enough testosterone to kill. "Shit. I have to apologize," he muttered, glancing at Harry.

"Right. Of course. Got it," he said, accept still muted. "I'll... I should apologize and see Roxy and then I'll stay to the chair," he said, wondering if he had screwed up with Harry too.

"No. Nothing upsets Alistair." Harry was visibly fighting the urge to touch Eggsy, because he wanted to and he knew Eggsy wanted him to.

"Until we can go somewhere... like my home."

"Yeah well..." He knew he was being a dick. At least he was coming to realize that. It was a lesson.

He leaned in, kissing Harry's cheek once more, even as he shifted to get off the bed. "Let me go plot with Roxe, and don't you go warning him we're plotting," he said, meaning it.

"And when they realize me, and you want me there, I'll be there."

"Why would I warn him? In face, I insist you do something extra as payback from me for leaving me in that hospital."

He shifted to occupy the space Eggsy had left. "When I'm allowed out," he promised.

"Good. We'll make it work and he'll pay," he said, staring down at him for a long time. "You know I don't want to go, right?"

Because he was already reaching out to stroke Harry's cheek.

"I know. But it is far safer if you do. Because you are far too tempting for me to resist right now." He caught Eggsy's hand and turned to kiss his knuckles.

"I'm just being me," he pointed out, grinning at that. "You are too good at this," He said, so wanting to stay. "Get some rest, okay? Let them know you're taking care of you."

"I'm sure they know." He kissed his hand once more and let it go. "I'll... get more sleep, probably."

"They think you're trying to seduce a virgin," he said, making a face. "I'll be back. Promise."

"No, they think I'm trying to seduce someone who hasn't been seduced by me before." Harry wouldn't be surprised if Eggsy had had a line of one night stands on both sides of the gender divide. He didn't really care, either.

"I can't argue that's different," he said, believing that. "Also, so far, definitely superior."

And he meant that as well. Of course, he hadn't care for anyone like he did Harry so that said a lot.

"Go, go, before I drag you back," he murmured fondly.

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