[The younger man smiles at him, charming as always in a way that's distinctly Eggsy, and he's disarmed by the expression. It's only the years of training under his belt that help him maintain his distance, that keep him from showing just how enamored he actually is of the younger man. Their age difference plays a part, but not a significant one. Eggsy being well into his twenties, can, quite frankly, make consenting decisions at to what he wants all on his own. It's not that they work together or that Harry is now at the head of the table, holding a position of authority over the other man.
Rather, it all comes back to those damn numbers on his wrist - 09:16.45.
Eggsy kept his hidden from sight, which wasn't necessarily uncommon, but he did have them and didn't want anyone to see them. Harry's were never visible, though that was due to the style of clothing he wore over the active choice to cover the numbers. They both had soulmates waiting, Eggsy more likely than Harry. It would be unfair to do anything, like forming intimate attachments that would have to be broken, and cause either of them pain in the future. He might be a selfish prick upon occasion, but hurting Eggsy wasn't something he wanted to do.]
Good evening, Eggsy.
[But he really does make it fucking difficult for Harry to keep his composure when he stops by his home all sheepish smiles, pale skin, and doing nothing to hide the fact that he's there to make sure Harry's alright.
Stepping to the side, he guides Eggsy in with a hand at the small of his back.]
I haven't eaten.
[He'd tossed back two paracetamol, and immediately laid down. Food had been the last thing on his mind, but now that Eggsy's brought it over, he realizes he's quite hungry.]
You'll join me, won't you?
[He shuts the door behind them, hand never leaving Eggsy's back.]
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Rather, it all comes back to those damn numbers on his wrist - 09:16.45.
Eggsy kept his hidden from sight, which wasn't necessarily uncommon, but he did have them and didn't want anyone to see them. Harry's were never visible, though that was due to the style of clothing he wore over the active choice to cover the numbers. They both had soulmates waiting, Eggsy more likely than Harry. It would be unfair to do anything, like forming intimate attachments that would have to be broken, and cause either of them pain in the future. He might be a selfish prick upon occasion, but hurting Eggsy wasn't something he wanted to do.]
Good evening, Eggsy.
[But he really does make it fucking difficult for Harry to keep his composure when he stops by his home all sheepish smiles, pale skin, and doing nothing to hide the fact that he's there to make sure Harry's alright.
Stepping to the side, he guides Eggsy in with a hand at the small of his back.]
I haven't eaten.
[He'd tossed back two paracetamol, and immediately laid down. Food had been the last thing on his mind, but now that Eggsy's brought it over, he realizes he's quite hungry.]
You'll join me, won't you?
[He shuts the door behind them, hand never leaving Eggsy's back.]