( Eggsy's by his side in a heartbeat, one hand against his forearm while the other hovers at his waist. He knows it's important for Harry to feel as though he's managing on his own - which he is, for the most part - but Eggsy desperately wants to be able to help to alleviate his pain. )
Here, you just have a sit down.
( He removes his jacket and cufflinks then rolls his sleeves up to his elbows. It's a little more comfortable that way; he always feels at home with Harry, like he doesn't necessarily have to remain so 'put together', and he drapes his jacket over the back of a chair before helping him into the seat. Eggsy even gives his shoulder a little squeeze before heading back through to fetch their plates. )
You gotta call me if you ever need anythin', y'know? I know I keep sayin' it, but I mean it.
( Harry's plate is set down before him, followed by a knife and fork. Eggsy has diplomatically binned the disposable chopsticks and brought a knight and fork for himself as well; Harry's had a bad day and he has a slight tremor, and he doesn't want to make eating a struggle for him. When he's seated himself, he reaches over and lets their fingers brush for a moment.
The fact that his rolled-up sleeves expose the row of numbers inside his wrist is forgotten in the face of Harry's health. )
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Guinness is fine. Harry - ?
( Eggsy's by his side in a heartbeat, one hand against his forearm while the other hovers at his waist. He knows it's important for Harry to feel as though he's managing on his own - which he is, for the most part - but Eggsy desperately wants to be able to help to alleviate his pain. )
Here, you just have a sit down.
( He removes his jacket and cufflinks then rolls his sleeves up to his elbows. It's a little more comfortable that way; he always feels at home with Harry, like he doesn't necessarily have to remain so 'put together', and he drapes his jacket over the back of a chair before helping him into the seat. Eggsy even gives his shoulder a little squeeze before heading back through to fetch their plates. )
You gotta call me if you ever need anythin', y'know? I know I keep sayin' it, but I mean it.
( Harry's plate is set down before him, followed by a knife and fork. Eggsy has diplomatically binned the disposable chopsticks and brought a knight and fork for himself as well; Harry's had a bad day and he has a slight tremor, and he doesn't want to make eating a struggle for him. When he's seated himself, he reaches over and lets their fingers brush for a moment.
The fact that his rolled-up sleeves expose the row of numbers inside his wrist is forgotten in the face of Harry's health. )